Whose past held a radiant smile, and whose future turned through countless twists and turns? In my memories, I found that shade of purple, the purple of lavender, the flower that intoxicates the senses in a dream. If there is a next life, could I become a sprig of lavender, blooming only in the quiet night after the bustle has faded? Bathed in dew and breeze, free of every worldly entanglement, neither sad nor happy, waiting quietly for you to arrive in this patch of pure earth, with beauty as my only purpose...
