One step... Two steps... Three steps... She likes to count the steps she takes, whether it's someone else's or her own, walking carefully, carrying that sacred fairy tale in her heart, even if it's in pieces.
Everyone has a fairy tale of their own. This fairy tale may be happy or sad, but it is always so sacred and pious. But it is precisely because of this noble hope that people seem so overwhelmed when setbacks come.
And her fairy tale just hopes that he can see the branches of the iron tree blooming, that's all.