The Last Dandelion

Dandelions produce seeds in early summer. The seeds float in the wind and fall to the ground. The language of flowers is unforgettable love. On an early autumn afternoon, he was walking on the sidewalk beside the railroad tracks. The roar of the train blew up the dandelions growing on the roadside. He looked up at the dandelions blowing in the wind. The sunshine in early autumn is warm. He misses her. She said she liked dandelions. He remembered her tiptoeing along the abandoned railroad tracks. She turned around, her eyes were clear and bright, and her smile had dimples, which was very beautiful. In a trance, he seemed to have returned to the past...