My lover has a secret.
He's a crybaby.
But when I found out, he was already dead.
He spent his whole life pretending to be calm.
When tears came, he would hold them back.
This is true for everyone, including me.
So I have never been sure that he loves me.
Until he died in front of me.
The rose took root from his heart, broke through the skin, and bloomed.
The rain fell drop by drop, wetting the petals.
I couldn't tell whether what I just saw were tears or falling raindrops.
Later I cleared the copy.
God asked me what I wanted.
I said... "I want him back."
God shook his head
"Love is a sickle that destroys everything"
"You are my Grasse rose that never fades"
Intention: Cherish what you have in front of you
