Tired of this red rose, there are more red roses.
You never thought you could have a white rose in your life.
And I never expected to be the silent white rose in your life.
I would rather let you remember me occasionally after my red rose blooms to its full bloom.
From now on, I will leave you behind, return to my own world, and be myself.
Do you still remember me in my youthful days? Or maybe I need to dig out who you were at that time...
Then I ask you: Where are you going?