The rose is a flower that neither belongs to me nor to Nadeshiko.
Nadeshiko will always belong to pink cherry blossoms.
And I,
What kind of flower do I belong to?
I don't know yet.
That charming rose,
bloom before me,
But it withered before the autumn wind came.
Alice,
That's your goal too.
Play "Für Elise",
Dedicated to you——
My Alice.
Rose petals fall,
Curled up steadily on the white keys.
By: Fujisaki Nagihiko