"You are like my soul, a butterfly in a dream."
On that day ten years ago, he saw her for the first time. What he wrote in his diary was that he hated her, but in fact he was very happy.
The little girl was wearing a blue dress, with soft black hair draped over her shoulders. She looked at him unblinkingly with her clean watery eyes, her eyes like a beautiful rain of apricot blossoms.
Intent: A healing work about childhood sweethearts running in both directions.