I had a dream, and the dream was the story of me and the sun... When did I start to look forward to the moment when I see you every day? When will I start telling you my greetings from the bottom of my heart with joy after seeing you? When did you become an important part of my life? When did I start to regard you as my spiritual belief? This tendency may have started before the dream. Your seed germinated quickly in my heart. The arrival of this dream is the day when the seed blooms. The fruit of love is hidden in the flowers and blooms at any time. The distance from fruit to flower is the distance between you and me...
Concept: A warm story, a fantastic fairy tale