"The orange sky of that time, the lapis lazuli blue of winter's sea, and the silver sands."

A memory of that fleeting moment.

The sun's orange sky at sunrise, the lapis blue of the sea, and the silver sands.

The colors of miracles weave the art of nature, awakening him.

An endless sandy beach with no one in sight. A world just for me.

A gentle sea breeze hits my face. The cold air stirs, awakening my heart.

All I can hear is the whispers of the winds, like an orchestra, and the lullaby of the waves.

Surrendering to the whispers and lullabies, I close my eyes and softly listen to the faint voice within.

My heart slowly emerges, shedding the cloak it wore.

My heart, seeing itself for the first time, shyly appears.

The orange sun pours its strength onto you, like a father.

With my eyes closed, I walk.

The sandy beach crunches rhythmically beneath, playing its own music.

The endless lapis sea watches over gently, like your mother.

Occasionally, from afar, the cheers of the seagulls join the orchestra.

You laugh innocently, joyfully.

You've finally come out, in your natural state.

The sandy beach, your friend, tries to hold me back, cheering for you to stay longer.

For the first time, I saw you. Pure, like a fairy, so different from my image.

My fairy speaks joyfully, like a pure child.

As I finish walking the shore, the heart hides once more, as if nothing had happened.