The promise of growing up together, the wandering life together, and the vow to never be separated.
"Brother, why did you leave me?"
Fingertips, slipping, a trace of lovesickness.
The white dandelion spreads from the palm and flows through the fingertips. The wind takes it away, leaving behind the paleness.
My thoughts were flying, and the dandelions followed the wind and flew across thousands of mountains and rivers.
The white skirt rippled gently in the wind, and the girl's pale palms were empty.
Conception: