The endless sky and the aqua blue color that completely relaxes the body and mind are what catch the eye. The white clouds seem to have purposely covered the sky with a hazy but sacred white veil - light and translucent.
The graceful figure of the rose sways gently with the breeze, as if recalling the glory of the past. The soft petals are as white and flawless as snowflakes slowly drifting in the air. These are the tears of the gods, seeming to tell the sadness of the past.
The wind gently rolled up the curtain of lovesickness and a trace of sorrow, just like the wind's confession... Confessing the speechlessness of the night, the three thousand strands of slanting rain bathing, pouring into the roots are bursts of sadness of the soul, holding the strings in hand, the music score of the soul is playing silently, slowly spreading, interweaving, and sublimating!