The story of a company employee waiting at a bus stop. On a rainy night, a young girl with an ethereal feel about her begins the child's game of flower reading with a bloom held in her small hand. Is she a dream, or an illusion? Her readings toy with his mind more and more. As he watches the petals fall, the man learns of his own fate...
Jeez... I don't get how kids think.
تبًّا... لا أفهم كيف يفكّر الأطفال
Echt mal, ich versteh nicht,
wie Kinder ticken.
No entiendo a los niños.
No entiendo a los niños.
Bon sang,
je comprendrai jamais les gosses…
Accidenti... non riesco proprio a capire
cosa pensino i bambini.
Putz, não sei o que criança tem na cabeça.