A layer of fog appeared in front of my eyes, so that I couldn't see the moon clearly for a long time. I wanted to catch it more than once, as if I wanted to catch a thin wisp blown by the wind, but only the warmth that disappeared was left in my hands.
But I was lucky enough to feel a warm breeze during the season when begonias were blooming, and finally waited for the moon on a clear night filled with stars.
Intention: Perfection