I opened a flower shop, but I can't grow flowers.
Until the woman with the smell of pine needles appeared. She came here every day to buy a bunch of purple platycodons and walked silently into the depths of the forest. The red scarf fluttered in the wind like wings about to spread.
I secretly fell in love with this sadness-tinged tenacity, and secretly planted a patch of red roses behind the house - that was something I didn't dare to express, hoping to add a touch of warmth to her bleak world. But I never dared to ask more questions, I just silently kept the freshest flowers for her, cut off all the sharp thorns, and prepared an umbrella to protect her on rainy days.
It wasn't until later that I learned that purple platycodon was the favorite flower of her deceased ranger lover, and that the tombstone deep in the forest hid her lifelong obsession. When the red roses were in full bloom, she never came again.
Intention: obsession and fulfillment, regret and perfection