Am I going to meet you again? 14 Feb. 1999 Under a big Sakura tree in Tokyo near an orphanage, a blonde 5 year old kid, whose skin was fair, hug his knees and hide his face in between them as soft sniffs were heard. Another blonde 5 year old  kid, whose taller and a little more tanned skin  approached him and pat his head with a sad smile plastered on his face. “Heenim-ah, princess, stop crying please?” the tall blon