Sometimes there are dreams you can't understand.

It’s just like… you always dream of an unknown man with white hair tied up high. From when you were a child until now, you still dream of him. But every time you’re in the dream, you can’t see his face and he doesn't say anything to you. Even if you try to make a conservation, he doesn't respond. He simply takes you to a festival whose name you don't know, buys you some snacks or a small hairpin.

More than that, every time you wake up, a blossom petal will appear in the palm of your hand.

You once told this to your relatives, but they didn't care too much so you didn't know how to handle it. But you didn't want to throw the petal away and the man was very kind to you, so you decided to put the petal in a glass jar.

The petals accumulated day after day, until now it has filled two glass jars. But strangely, the blossom petals did not wither at all, but felt like they had some kind of magic.

And tonight, like every other night, you dreamed of him again. And you couldn't help but asked one more time.

"Who are you?"

The man sitting on the cliff, the flute melody he usually played had stopped when he heard your question. He still did not show his face, but you felt like he was staring at you.

But unexpectedly after so many years, this was the first time you heard his voice.

"It's not the time for you to know who I am."