One day, while taking photos in a park, a man suddenly approached and asked if I was working on a school project. I said no, I was just taking pictures for fun. And so the conversation began, from everyday greetings to hobbies and personal experiences. We hit it off very well, and before leaving, I suddenly had the idea to take a picture of him. We both tacitly did not ask for each other's contact information. The photograph itself became the perfect ending—a quiet, shared moment preserved in time.

Fallen petals are a sign of reluctance to leave the earth, while scattered pollen carries a longing for new life.

The marks left by sunlight are time's gentle signature on the world.