Do you know that because of a gardenia, in this world where shoulders are rubbed one after another, you turned around accidentally and I saw you. Perhaps, my small and weak sense of existence made me an ordinary person more ordinary than ordinary people. You are so shining and moving, dispelling all the dark colors, but inadvertently making me feel that I am expelled by the air around you. I often see you carrying unknown piano scores between the piano room and the way to the piano room. I am a person with a very low sense of existence, but because of the gardenia falling after you turned around, I have devoted my whole life to you. I admit that this is the most ridiculous thing I have ever done in my life, but I am willing, even if you don't know that there is someone in this world who has been secretly looking at you stupidly. Your person, young man, I am not looking forward to your sudden glimpse, even if you have met as many girls in your life as the staggeringly beautiful flowers on the gardenia tree in full bloom, but I will always be hidden on the other side of the tree, where you can't see it, decorating the gardenia tree for you with colored pencils. I just hope that when it falls to the ground and all the flowers bloom, you can see the faint corner of me hidden behind the tree trunk.