"A long time ago, there was a little flower.
Those are really, really, really small flowers.
It always hangs its pale petals,
Covering his face with shadows.
Later,
Other flowers gradually grew around it.
Each flower has its own incomparable color.
Everyone is so beautiful.
It thought. Curled up more and more.
…
And later? "
The storyteller smiled softly and smiled at the girl not far away.
"That flower falls in love with the sun that warms it every day."
"It looks, looks..."
The girl took over.
"Finally, the flower brought the sun down from the sky."
——What a dull sun.
——Ah, but it's not too late to be undone.
The storyteller took the girl's hand.