My world should have been dark, but her arrival gave me an unprecedented dazzling light. I don't understand what love is, but I never seem to be too indifferent to her. She said she likes sunflowers, but the disgust on her lips is still etched in her heart. When the dusk slowly falls, when the wind suddenly stops, I hold her favorite flowers in my hands. Although the memory is blurred, my longing tells the past...
Concept: aesthetic