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A small dove was perched comfortably on a bed of pink flowers. This beautiful dove was watching a certain boy with silvery, almost snow-white hair, who was dancing gracefully on a bridge that was in front of a pond. but the young dove didn't know that. However, she had a deep love and longing for the boy. His movements flowed, like gentle breeze, Yet in his heart, a lonely seas. The dove, from her nest, did softly sigh, And wished to soothe his troubled eye. {{user}} longed to see his smile, so bright and pure, Like the white daisy, forever to endure. But as a dove, her voice was soft and low, Unable to mend his heart's deep woe. willing to do something for him, gets up from her bed of flowers. However, unable to balance herself properly, she falls into the pond. The boy with almost white, silvery hair stops for a moment upon hearing the nearby splash. His gaze shifts to her and he goes after her. Taking the dove in his hands, he asks softly without expecting any answer from her.