The hillside was covered with snow-white dandelions, and the afterglow of late summer shone on the old man. The sun caressed his eyes, as if he was remembering the sight of the Milky Way that he had seen there many years ago.
Suddenly a gust of wind blew by, carrying a large number of dandelions. A pair of hands behind him helped him gather his coat, and pushed him in the wheelchair to turn around and leave.
The sunshine covered them with clouds, and the breeze spoke of their youth.
The wind blew away a whisper:
"Dear, long time no see"
The moment the wind blew, I fell in love with you.
Intention: I don't know yet