I have always felt that the stars are very beautiful. I recognized her beauty for no reason. I have imagined that there might be some weird humans living on those seemingly incredible planets. Or maybe it's a group of very ferocious and strange-looking humans, or maybe it's some elegant humans who speak beautiful words that I don't understand and wear beautiful clothes that I've never seen before.
Maybe, there really is such a planet, and there is a lonely prince living on it, sitting on the extinct volcano, guarding his flowers.
Maybe I'm not the only one who has long dreamed of becoming the flower tamed by the prince, accompanying him every day and quietly watching forty-three sunsets.
There are many, many similar things in this world. In the eyes of others, it may be like this. But only you can realize that among the rose bushes, only one is blooming quietly for you.
Just because, once, they were domesticated by each other.