
Spring, the season that has always been the most beautiful memory in the life of a man who is almost half a century old. As a shadow of someone so meaningful as to accompany her, every spring she waited for such a meaningful woman in her life.
"The season I like the most is spring, in my country there are only 2 seasons" said a girl with a hijab to men, they were sitting under a tree in the city park. The man looked at the girl closely.
"Why? is it because there are so many flowers?" ask the man while giving 1 can of soft drinks...