Summer in Berlin is slightly cooler. Like rain. I like everything here including him. He is my only and my everything. I love him. Just like the first love words he said to me, "Ten minutes to three", I love you forever. You can't be mine. Then this love remains in my heart. Forever.
"Red Tulips book our beginning. It is also our end"
"We... Have no tomorrow. And I won't like red tulips anymore.
Concept: The flower language of red tulips is I love you. As much as I love him. Also like I love opera. But I still won't have him by my side anymore. This is my first work, dedicated to every Chiman who loves but cannot get it.