The Wind Blows, the Catkins Float

The wind saw it, blowing through the boy's hair and stirring up his heart. Buried under the postcard is another boy's blown heart. The wind brings longing, passing by the mountains, passing by the river, and passing by the young people brings back the love they had when they were young. Every boy and girl hides a love of their own in their hearts. I hide it silently in my heart, hoping that you will come quietly. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.