Once I held the mist in my hand.
Then he opened his hand and the mist turned into a bug.
I clenched my palm again and opened it, only to see a bird.
Once again, I clenched and opened my hands, and there was a person standing in my palms, looking up sadly.
Once again, I clenched my palm, but when I opened it, it was empty, only mist.
But I heard a very sweet song.