She was lying with a flower in her hands, her eyebrows were affectionate, her straight nose was leaning on the burning fragrance on her fingertips, like a butterfly, moving quietly with the fragrance...
He stood leaning against the tree, with a dashing air of heroism, his bright black pupils condensed in front of his eyes, and the lithe and slender shadow looked like a leopard, also moving with the fragrance...
Up in the tree, she ignored him, and under the tree, he ignored her, too.
But neither of them wanted to leave.
They seem to be unrelated, yet they seem to be always together...