I sit in a chair in a deserted garden with the beautiful flowers everywhere.
It seems like only me who is there.
The weather is so cold.
I wear a brown cardigan and caterpillar shoes.
I choose the flower under my leg.
I pick it and the color is blue.
Some people say this flower is bad looking.
I keep staring at this flower.
There is silence for some seconds.
The wind strikes the leaf strand.
I think this flower is precious.
Even if people don’t know what flower this is.
This flower only lives in this silent place.
I stand up and see the mountain in front of me.
I run and take the flower with me.
I look at the sky and smile.
I love myself.