The Happiness of Pulling Strings

A green lake, a boat, hibiscus emerging from the water, nectar in the morning... Beautiful bubbles, colorful rainbow bridge, the encounter between you and me, his confusion, your sadness, my confession... The moon is swaying, the stars are twinkling, and the ties between hearts are... Slippery promises, random rhetoric, you and I are beginning to understand the value of lies... I cried the moment the flowers fell to the ground... The hug between you and him, you and me and him quietly left... The delicate life begins to sail, the years begin to die tragically, and the beautiful bubbles disappear in the gorgeous colors...