Dandelions in memory are quiet. Always waiting for something quietly in the corner among the green flowers, or being blown away by the wind and wandering...
An'an is so quiet.
The peaceful dandelions were floating in the sky until one day when they were tired from floating, they finally wanted to stop and stay in a relatively comfortable place.
But just when he wanted to stay, the wind took it away again, and it could never stay... Maybe this was its fate, a short-lived fate.
The flower language of dandelions is - love that cannot stay.