Lying in bed, you don’t want to fall asleep.

Holding in your arms the girl who gives you so much happiness, from the warmth of which, it seems, you will soon burn.

She. Your extraterrestrial beauty, and the incomprehensible depth of her soul, your soul mate.

Lying on a red, burgundy sheet strewn with petals of a peach tree at the very zenith of flowering. Your bodies are pressed against each other in a loving embrace. She wrapped her soles around yours, wanting to hug you even here.

Her: "Hehe." Simply and charmingly giggled and said nothing more, but at the same time said more than words could, She looked into your eyes, and in her eyes sparkles the quiet but boundless ocean of happiness in which you swim.