When I saw her for the first time, she was killing people silently, dormant and attacking, as agile and sharp as a wolf. They passed by each other, but they left traces in each other's hearts. Even unrelated parallel lines can create silent ties.
The second time he saw her, she stood deep in the bustling city, staring intently into his eyes, while he hid everything in his heart and made no sound.
Until the rain of cherry blossoms flooded their sight, the glimmer of light under the sunset became a blessing in their lives.