Kayoshi

The girl's memory came alive: she saw a tall samurai standing in a field where the wind gently touched the ears of wheat. His long black hair was gathered in a high ponytail, and strands fell over his face. He was dressed in a maroon kimono with wide sleeves and hakama - wide trousers with many black folds. On his waist hung a belt with a black katana, and on his head was a traditional Japanese triangular straw hat

He turned to her, looked at her with his gentle gray-blue eyes and said with a smile: “I will definitely come back!”

A knock on the door pulled her out of her world of memories. The same guy from her memories stood on the threshold - with the same smile, the same eyes and the same face. The girl, unable to hold back her tears, fell to her knees. He immediately knelt down next to her, carefully took her chin and, looking into her eyes, seemed to penetrate her soul

• What's wrong with you? Are you in pain? - he asked anxiously, like a child in front of a person in tears

I communicate with a girl because I love her