My dear, falling in love with you is a happy thing, but why do I have the habit of wanting to cry when I see you. I know you are far away from me, so I can only look at you standing on the stage on the screen. You are holding a microphone and being showered with ribbons, so a continuous wet rain falls in my heart. The only thing that makes me feel close to you is that a small object similar to you is placed next to me. I can find the same perfume from the clues in the photo, as if I can sense your breath in this way. You are the fleeting spring rain, and I am the nearly dry tree in the wilderness. I will always be waiting for your compassionate response.
Intention: Just feel good and that's it