Rose.
It seems to be the most charming flower.
It's like the happiness of bathing in the sun.
But how long can happiness last?
Have no idea.
Have no idea.
Maybe it was fleeting.
The same goes for roses.
The most coquettish and enviable moment is in the command room.
The sparks of happiness created by the friction between boys and girls are just meager.
But after the roses wither, more delicate flowers bloom.
Isn't it, isn't it?