The flower language of lavender: waiting for love
Ambiguity sometimes flows freely. Love sometimes needs an opportunity.
When old love fades away like fireworks, I can only remember that person's white teeth and beautiful face.
There is an empty space of regrets that no one can tell.
Just like flowers blooming and fading, life has its own definition.
Occasionally, we can only sigh that things are impermanent and fate is destined.
Conception: