When I came softly

I think of dust.

Wave one's sleeves

I can't bear to blow her away.

Her bright body

There is nothing that can replace the micro-body.

Unable to maintain a consistent course of events.

I don't understand.

In this cloudy weather

She is so insignificant.

But it caught my attention because of her smallness.

Not near, not far.

I dare not guess against my will.

Can only watch silently.

I hope she goes well all the way.

I left quietly.

Just as I came quietly

I walked away.

Without taking away a little dust.