The blue and white painted walls reflect the blue sky and white clouds. When I was a boy, there was always the incessant chirping of cicadas that filled the whole summer. The lush tree shades, the noisy radio, the unbridled glow, and the branches beside the wall grew wildly and surged like clouds.
The afterglow of the setting sun reflected the young man's clothes into a sea of coral.
"Don't worry, someday I will be gone, I will be waiting for you in front. If you keep looking forward, you can see me."
The young people walked side by side through the hesitation and confusion. The morning light was dim, but the light would eventually shine brightly.
Intention: a sudden whim