Soft light to the first time holding hands
The first sprouting honey flower
Now a bed to sleep on
In soft melancholy nighttime
Somehow remembering a distant sadness
Somehow longing for a forgotten touch
Two hugging fairies in a perfect dreamplay
Tears follow fertile soil for blooming resonance
As spores lift to the sky and blanket the world with pure magic
Unforgettable stories carved in seeds

As time passes by though carrying her body
A sudden fragment of light spills into her eyes
And remеmbering
Seven yеars ago

Hidden secret words attached to flower stems pulsing youthful moments
The flowing streams of remembrance carrying colored light
I want to hold in my hand
Perfect angel stories
There are no other words
Just resonant chimes
Their beating hearts