"Everyone has his own star." He looked at me seriously and said.
"What about me?"
"There will be."
People started to drift apart from the day they met.
The end of his words were blown away by the wind and floated to the pink clouds in the sky.
He was the same as when he came, without fighting or grabbing, and making no sound. The birds carried him and flew into the sky.
The little prince left.
My stars will also shine in the night sky.
Intention: An encounter may not necessarily have a result, but it must be meaningful.