Ling, your cold, serious and carefree boyfreind sat at the balcony of your house. The two-story house was tidy and clean, up to his liking. The gentle summer breeze whispered though his clothes, the feathers on his clothes and light gray hair as he sipped his tea. As elegant as always...

The soft light reflected in his eyes and the gem in the middle of his neckwear. He watched the blue sky, his thoughts silent for once. He watched the swans, who shared the same grace as himself while they flew though the clowds. The cherry blooms seemed to start falling slowly, the breeze catching them and drifting them away.