A tale unfolds where two rivers meet, beneath a willow's sweeping boughs. Its leaves murmur secrets of lovers who parted at dusk, promising returns under moonrise. Seasons turn—spring blossoms fade to autumn gold, yet the tree keeps vigil. Travelers rest in its shade, hearing echoes of vows carried on the wind. Some say the willow weeps not with rain, but with memories. In its shadow, a child once buried a wish wrapped in maple leaves. Years later, a sapling sprouts wh...