No flower is always beautiful. Once the period of charm is over, all that is left are beautiful memories. Sometimes love is the same.
Have you ever seen a rose? Are you a red rose or a white rose for that person?
Love is like a rose. When you are not picked, you are always unique and thorny. Once you are picked, the thorns on your body will slowly disintegrate. So in the end, whether you will become a withered flower lying on the street and being trampled by others, or a small flower lying in a gentle embrace, it depends on who picked you.
Relief always floats away in the wind at that moment when you suddenly no longer think about that person.
Purpose: Let more people understand what kind of person they meet in love is worthy of them