"When I was a child, I didn't understand why it can't be given away casually. But now I know, but I still want to give it to you as always." He paused and said, "I am good enough for you." That was the flower language of white roses, and the tone was gentle to the core, but why is the person in front of me so cold as before? That little kid who can only cry has grown into a big boy. When you meet me again in such a big capital, I will definitely be good enough for you.
Intention: May this journey be filled with people and surrounded by flowers