Lotus,
In an hourglass made of glass,
Quietly placed in the corner of the room,
petals,
always as time goes by,
Falling quietly,
That slightly pink color,
It is the withering of life.
On the tenth,
240 hours,
The hour hand is swallowing up bit by bit,
We all have no idea,
Time is passing quietly,
How much time do I have left to love you...
Lotus. Ten days.