Sitting on the bed sheet of green spring grass, wind blowing  the scent of fresh grass tea against a porcelain skin, raven hair dancing to every breath of air and eyes like those on the doe's kept closing to feel the breeze. The humid breeze soothing his soul who is waiting for a certain man riding his bicycle to deliver letters to their love ones. Hearing the hustling of the tall grass that keep coming closer to him.  "Here he comes" A breathtaking beauty smiles and stood up from the grassy land to wave his hand to the incoming man.