First person novel (short story)
My name is Chi Yu, and I love roses the most in my life. At the age of 32, I met my own bouquet of roses. The fragrance was overflowing, and the sharp thorns on the stems attracted me to keep getting closer to her. My whole life I witnessed her blooming until it withered. How wonderful it would be if there really was a next life.
Intent: Harmony, freedom and equality