Spring Water and Winter Flow

Because I often miss you, I am used to hiding some romance in the clouds. Waiting for an unexpected inspiration, and following your wild thoughts across thousands of rivers and mountains, rush towards that destined encounter. She always knew that when she passed the end of the sky, there was always a little flower waiting for her. She carefully took the scent of the flower and took it to the next journey. Until the last scene of the story, the inspiration that is full of wind, frost and snow completely blends with the fragrance of flowers. The afterglow of the sunset and the glow of the evening sky at the end of the journey also blend into this wonderful work made of fantasy, and with the first gust of wind, it spreads to all corners of this small world. Suddenly I looked up, and the clouds in the sky were filled with the flower I first met. It was the kind of flower that took root freely and happily everywhere in the wind, and everything beautiful grew up slowly.