There's a small garden in the back yard and a garden in the front.

The flowers in the back are beautiful. I want to smell the lilacs.

Perfectly placed bulbs that blossom forever. All seasons, never fading... an essence of eternity.
Their scent flows through the house and all around the yard.

Constantly blooming and becoming closer as they grow with time.
Growing closer and closer.
So close that they are almost one.
Cross your eyes and look at the small garden with the magnificent smell and you will see one color... one flower.
One unified trinity. We're forever.

But gardens change.
One flower is transferred... later than expected, but transferred nonetheless.
The garden in the front anxiously anticipates her arrival of beauty.

One flower in front. The lilacs! She sees their beauty as they thrive in her presence.
I want to see the lilacs.
Two left in the back.
Keep your eyes crossed and they're still together... uncross your eyes and they're holding hands.

The scent in the house is still as strong.
Beautiful smells come together; one from the front and two from the small garden in the back.

The essence of the flower lives within the house... never leaves. Their scent may fade, but it always lingers.

A fine flower in the front.
But alone. The lilacs are beautiful.

With time their hands come apart. One more moves to the front.
I want the lilacs.

Their scent remains... the house will be fulfilled no matter how far the flowers may drift, their scent drifts back. They are forever.

In the front, cross your eyes and once again, they are united.

Cross your eyes to the small garden in the back and all you'll see is a blurred image of a very lonely little girl who can't see the lilacs.