Every flower has its own flower language, its own story.
Borage is courage, rose is love, lavender is waiting...
Does the inconspicuous foxtail grass on the roadside also have a flower language? Such an inconspicuous appearance, such low status that can be seen everywhere.
Well, he has it. The flower language of dogtail grass is secret love.
Just like himself, inconspicuous, humble...
Secret love, hey, is it really like that?