Later, the clouds in the sky changed every day, but I still couldn't find the one you were pointing to.
At that time, you looked at me with a smile and said
"Look at that cloud, does it look like we are holding hands until we grow old together?"
I smiled and said to her
"Not like"
Before she could scold me, I said to her
"That cloud can't return to its original place. I don't want you to find your home after leaving home. I want to take you home, to our home alone."
Intention: Photographing you in the viewfinder is the beginning of our fate