The wind blows the petals like broken passages of time, and your smile is swaying, becoming the most beautiful embellishment in my life. Look at the sky, the snow, and the deep shadows of the seasons.
The flowing blue is divided in half. At both ends of the city, the white clouds are so light, but on the left bank of the river, the weather has warmed up. The seasons secretly exchange, and no matter how twists and turns the streets meet again, there is no way to get back to yesterday.
The sun is bright, but it is dark blue. On the other side of time, we look at each other and are washed away. When we miss you, we slowly split. When the world still spares your face, there is no change. I only have a hunch and no answer.