Earning Rather Than Receiving
Green and lush grasses decorated a plain, whose scenery alone made one gasp in amazement. A big and lush tree stood strongly in the middle of it. Its leaves swayed each time wind hurdled the tree, creating a peaceful and beautiful scenery.
Below this tree, a young man sat himself, and leaned his body toward it.
"I have never wept for anyone. However, I will weep for the mistake I have done. Who knows I would commit one this soon," The young man muttered to no one in particular.
A smile adorned his face, before he opened his eyes. Two bright and brown glassy orbs full of mystery were revealed. The young man stared at the lush grasses decorating the plain, and hummed to himself.
It was a song which he had often heard when he had been a child. A song which the one he cared had liked to sing.
"Whenever I laid my head on your lap, I always felt peaceful. You liked to sing a song, which I have always favored because of your voice. This scene reminds me very much of you, Irene."