He stood with his hands behind his back, his slender and tall figure as straight as a pine tree, his long eyelashes slightly drooped, looking at the peach-colored pink shadow under the Bamboo Pavilion, filled with thoughts.
He protected this spring scene, hoping that she would be full of life when she woke up, and that she would no longer suffer the coldness.
That day, he said, he would wait forever.
Until she wakes up.
He protects me day by day, through the vicissitudes of time, the change of day and night, all things prosper and fail, but he is the only one who is still waiting lonely and persistently.
Intent: traveling through time and space