Taking a taxi ride one day, the driver snaked into a small road unknown to me. Situated on both sides of the road were old houses. The atmosphere was so quiet as if it were not a road in the capital city. Paved with asphalt, the road was lined with Pink Trumpet trees. The pink flowers were falling and scattering all over the road. Even the roofs of old cars parking in front of the houses were showered with pink flowers. While the taxi was going slowly, some flowers were still dropping and stuck on the windscreen. I looked at the fall of the flowers, feeling entranced by the natural beauty. That reminded me of one poem I composed .
Some flowers were extremely beautiful when falling Like someones love which became so beautiful when they were parted.
The taxi driver seemed to notice how I felt. Sharing the feeling, he started a conversation .
So beautiful like Sakura, arent they? I smiled and asked him frankly, Have you been to Japan? Never. I saw in the movie, he replied with an embarrassing smile.
I admired him secretly for his ability to associate the reality in front to the imagination so far away.
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