Long long time ago, there were a snail and a pretty bell flower in deep woods where nobody lived. The fact that there lived a bell flower in the world was enough to make the snail happy, but the flower did not know that.
The snail was looking toward her, and he quickly concealed himself behind the leaves of a taro when he saw her in the eyes. It was his feeling for the flower, but she did not know.
Every morning, the snail came to the flower over two huge blocks of rock, and asked her, "Excuse me, can I drink a drop of your dew?" It was his love but she did not know.
On a stormy day, the snail sat up all through the night under a rock by the bell flower. When the sun was pouring down its full strength from the sky, the snail was beside her until his shell got dry. It was his love but she did not know.
The snail could not say anything in case the seeds of a dandelion might hear of it. It was his love but she did not know.
Time went by. There came a butterfly with yellow wings into the woods. The bell flower liked the yellow wings of the butterfly, and the butterfly liked her white leaves, too. Now the bell flower, who used to give the snail her dew, gave her honey to the butterfly. But the snail was just happy to see her being happy.
The snail said to the seeds of a dandelion, "To love another truly is to let him/her free." On the other hand, he felt somewhat sad without reason. It was his love, but the bell flower did not know.
When a leaf of the bell flower fell into a dense fog in the morning, the butterfly felt the cold air. He flew away from the woods, flapping his yellow wings. Seeing the bell flower who was sad over the butterfly's leaving, the snail shed his tears onto a leaf of a clover. On the night the butterfly went away, the snail was hovering around the bell flower all through the night. It was his love, but the bell flower did not know.
All her leaves were gone, and she fell to the ground as a seed. Covering the seed with soil, the snail told her, "Now, can I wait for you again?" The bell flower did not know the snail loved her until she became a seed.