Finally, it came.
It looks almost vivacious.
Very rewarding.

開花 (Blossoming)

One breath, two, it still continues to thrive. Its quaint melody echoing soft peace. Three breaths, four, it still continues to strive, strive for maintaining its delicate form.

Its quaint presence never did seem to cease, only hugging me with kindness, so warm. It seems to have everything, every piece, pieced together, blooming, finally blossoming.