There is a lot of happiness that is just snowflakes in the palm of your hand, and there are many smiles that solidify before waking up from a dream.
When I discovered that you are my world, but I never had time to hold your hands and tell you how much I care about you, you smiled and told me: I am still by your side, but I can no longer feel you...
How should the prince's fairy tale be completed? Can the flying dandelions guide me to the direction of your departure?