I can’t get enough of you. I know it’s time for us to go back to our own homes. I’d like to stay a bit longer, please hold me tight. I promise I’ll come back tomorrow, you come too. The willow tree was listening to them, swaying its catkin-filled branches. Two doves were hiding their beaks in their puffy feathers, chirping. The city was enveloped by night, everything seemed natural. But their …
