"Wind chimes bring the good news of spring, but they can never bring another spring."
Early spring.
Warm light climbed through the clean glass door and filtered into the store.
With strands of breeze, the wind chimes are swaying.
"Bell—ring—"
The store door was cracked open.
The good-looking young shopkeeper behind the counter was surrounded by hydrangeas. When he heard the movement, he raised his eyes coldly, like a sleepy winter.
"What's the matter?"
The somewhat shy little boy hid behind the door and pursed his lips gently.
"I'm here to buy flowers."
Like the grass that has just sprouted.
So he met the spring of his life.
Intention: Study hard and make progress every day