In the moonlight, you, Arnado, danced like an elf and waved your long skirt just to see the brilliance flowing in your eyes. Time flies, all eyes and expectations are for meeting at this moment. Time is stagnant because of eye contact, moonlight is blurred because of acquaintance, quiet night, gentle wind and flowers. Dear, it is not an ancient legend to promise to hold your hand and grow old with your son all your life.