C52 Spring Dream Disappears

When I reached the door, I didn't move, because she didn't call me, didn't stop me, but instead I stopped and slowly turned to look at her. She didn't look at me, but turned her face to the canyon, her hair blowing in the wind, and stared blankly, and I looked at her, trying to say something, but what?

I longed for her to stop me, to explain to me, to explain to me why