"The song of prayer lights up the silent wilds"
"Like a glimmer of light"
"Your childlike smiling face"
"Nostalgic and yet distant, that is the promise of the future"
Gentle waves spread over the hills, grass blades brushed against the ankles in the breeze, bringing a slight coolness and tickle. The girl, dressed in a white gown, gently plucked the strings of her violin, softly singing.
The singing was soft and tender, akin to the reminiscence of running and laughing under the sunshine, filled with longing.
"In that verdant morning, one day we shall arrive"
"I still believe, in that cold winter"
"Lies the land of hope"
White birds darted between the flowing clouds, moving forward across the lush grassy ripples, gradually flying into the distance, and the softly chanted ballad, too, scattered into the wind, drifting afar like hyacinths.
