" my star in spring day. "

" THE WIND OF SPRINGTIME BROUGHT ME INTO YOUR ARMS. "

a new springtime comes once again, a springtime where i can say you're finally with me. from the dandelions that flew in the sky like the stars in the daylight, i saw your figure as pristine as the blue bed of light upon my eyes, your orb as soft as the slumbering clouds that decorated the daylight; from the moment the breeze blew me away, i found myself at home with you. no other season of the day would compare to the first blooming of flowers where i met you at. days and night may pass, months, years, decades or centuries to go; even in my last breath, your name will be preserved in my mind like a golden trinket.

- a novelette made for someone and a collection of past writing. ✧*。