A bonfire was lit next to the forget-me-not, illuminating his lonely figure. His empty eyes were not afraid of burning. He was still waiting. The flowers bloomed and faded. He was still waiting. The snow fell and stopped. He was still waiting. The wind blew away and then left. Day after day, who are you waiting for to come back?
Later he realized that the stars reflected in the eyes of the world were not as beautiful as the flowers blooming all over the mountains and plains.
Conception: