She was having a poignant dream, in which there was a wish bottle filled with starlight; she clasped her hands and closed her eyes in prayer. The wind picked up and blew over the bottle full of starlight. She swayed in the wind, letting the starlight surge in the bottle and flow to the ground bit by bit, forming a small pool of dreamy Milky Way, which then slowly disappeared. The girl's tears condensed and dripped from the corners of her eyes, wetting the young man's thoughts. Then the shooting stars passed by. The stars fell...
Concept: The beauty that cannot be loved