He was a madman, lost in the fleeting beauty of a springtime dream where he met you. When spring gently knocked on the door of time, the world bloomed in hues of peach blossoms, and his heart was steeped in a sweetness as fragile as the season itself. He sent kisses into an imaginary realm, letting his unspoken feelings drift into the endless sky.

Joy and love existed only in his dreams, but lately, you had disappeared from them. Your absence left his world hollow, an aching void where hope once lived. Desperation consumed him as he broke down, clutching his head, his voice trembling with anguish.

“P-please… I’m begging… my head, I’m begging you… let me see that boy again, even if only in my dreams…!”