It is said that "Whoever finds the purple dandelion will find perfect love."
It is the legend that gives dandelions their mysterious power. Snow pom-poms inadvertently give birth to countless lives. When they leave, they always take away a heart, which may decorate some corner of the world.
She is flying all over the sky, she is greedy in the water, she is clinging to passers-by, and she is all letting go of her unfettered happiness. Even if she can no longer continue her life, at least she is free.
I once stroked her hair gently and felt the longness in my hand, but with a careless breath, she was driven away ruthlessly. I tried to catch her, but she flew away again.
The summer with dandelions is full of white thoughts. Maybe love is as pure and natural as her.
But I have been looking for her, the longness in my hand, the happiness that will flow away inadvertently.
Dandelion, where have you been? Dandelion, are you still waiting for me somewhere in the world?
Purple dandelion