Morning:
The blue dawn cut through the darkness like a sharp blade, and her soul was born on the white flowers. She was born and stared into the distance. The sky was high and the clouds were pale, but there was sadness that could not be concealed... The vast space, the beautiful face, the countless petals, the covered vision, the deep sadness, it was destined that this was the beginning...
Noon:
Surrounded by deathly silence, scorching light, and the hot ground, fear occupied her whole body. Looking at the wrinkled leaves, she felt that she was burning from the inside out, but could not break the silence. She suddenly woke up, but she was not in this world...
Night:
The flowers were still sleeping soundly, but she was not sleepy at all. In the sheltered wings of the night, she never felt afraid... Reopening this time seemed like an unbreakable dream... The moonlight washed away the dirt and turbidity, and she finally understood that happiness had arrived...