I think we are in love. Time tells me that what is missed can never be recovered.
Soft music floated from the distant hall, the lights flickered, and the soft laughter seemed very far away on this moonlit night. All this is being prepared for. It was already midnight and the carnival was just about to begin. I left the hall where the rhythm was about to turn wild, and walked aimlessly on the moon-dappled garden path. In front is a tall lilac tree, and its aroma makes the surrounding area even more tranquil. A slender figure with his back to me stood under the tree, facing the direction of the moonlight, and the white fir trees were swaying in the cool night breeze.
"I'm sorry." I said softly. The man seemed disturbed by my intrusion and turned his head slightly, showing that side face. I suddenly remembered something, and in my ears I could hear the sound of the night wind blowing through the leaves, and I suddenly wanted to see his face clearly.
He slowly turned his head, and my heart was pounding, trying to distinguish. Why are there light flowing clouds in front of me, covering my sight in varying shades? I tried to see his face clearly in the flow, but suddenly I found myself being torn out of my body and flying rapidly. The figure on the ground became smaller and smaller. I stretched out my hand. . . . . .