A gust of evening wind blew from the horizon. The wind was surprisingly warm and inadvertently stirred up a young man's dream.
Still remember...
The young man in black in the rain of flowers and the young man in white under thousands of bright lights.
A pearl of beauty and a flower of high mountains.
Wind chimes rang throughout the night, and the ground in the atrium was covered with flower petals. I wanted to reach out to protect him, but then I realized that he had never gone far...
Intention: Every encounter is the beginning of a fate.