It’s a dreary winter day and a woman is walking along a barren path. Her hair is midnight black, and she is pale with red lips. She is wearing a fur coat with a long, black dress. She passes barren trees, and briefly glances at them. She touches the trees as she saunters by with a somber look on her face. She caresses dead leaves in a soft moment, in a loving way. The woman walks by a naked tree, and she looks back. The sunlight hits her face, and she is smiling with her lips closed. She walks to the tree and puts her hand on its trunk. The camera swings around the tree, and it pans up to the top of the tree, where it has transformed into a cherry blossom tree in full bloom. She lifts her arms in happiness. She dances away. The last shot is of the woman lying on her side. Her wavy black hair cascades around her, and she is wearing a peach-colored shirt and a long, flowing skirt.