On that early summer day, I couldn't help but turn around at the sound of the bees' whispering. The bees' buzzing was far and near. Their pollen-covered bodies were the color of gold. The scent of flowers. Sweet nectar. I felt dizzy. And then I turned around. It was my mistake. I'm sorry. A small, fleeting mistake. Bees are weak and strong. The scent of flowers made me feel dizzy. The taste of sweet nectar. Their pollen-covered bodies were the color of gold. The new green leaves shone even more brightly, and I felt dizzy. And before I knew it, I turned around. At the sweet whisper of the bees. The allure of sweet nectar.
