Like snow, like music, and like blossoms,

All things on earth, like echo, fade away..

“It’s snowing” a voice in his mind shouted and he jumped out of bed running to the window.

Light wind caressed the blossoming trees letting hundreds of white petals spin to the rhythm of spring. Spring – what an awful time of the year. The snow melts revealing the colorful nature, burning Seungho’s eyes. He hated it. He hated spring so much.