夜桜祇園白川筋

On a quiet night in Gion Shirakawa, the cherry blossoms glowed softly under the lantern light, gently swaying in harmony with the murmur of the stream.
Petals cast delicate shadows upon the latticed windows of old machiya townhouses, as if spring itself were dressing the streets in silence.
Reflected on the water’s surface, the lights and blossoms blurred time, and with each step, it felt as though one were wandering through a dream.