He is a flower, the white flower of death, walking proudly and gracefully towards the throne that belongs to him. He is bamboo, a sturdy green bamboo with a noble and pure soul that gives God the most beautiful comfort. I'll give you half of my soul. If you don't abandon me, I won't change my mind. I'll be happy with it until death. The bamboo grows for ten years just for the flowers to bloom for a moment. For you, I have no regrets.
