She loved him, she liked him, not because he could give her supreme glory, lavish jewels, or gorgeous silks and brocades, but because he held her when she was cold and lonely, and comforted her when she was disheartened.
I believe that every flower in this world has a story of its own, even an inconspicuous wildflower by the roadside. Every flower has its own special meaning.
Theme: Flowers can speak
