The desire to travel arises upon looking from afar. The stories of the journey as the blossom and withering of flowers. The lonely heart of the traveler is searching for someone who dares to care and love. The blossoms of flowers devote to love and new encounters. Seasons come and seasons go, leaving the traces of yesterday.
Rainy season is the transformation. It showers the earth with a tender heart. When rain comes and moistens the earth. A new relationship will begin upon a new bloom of flower. A new beginning or just a lingering sense of past? Reality or illusion, but desires yet in doubt. Helplessly drifting in a whirl of lost, confusion and uncertainty.
