There is a butterfly. It wants to get close to the water hibiscus in the pond. It wants to find out and touch it. Even if it is out of reach, the flower and the butterfly are meant to be a pair.
The water was like a barrier blocking it from embracing the underwater hibiscus. I tried several times, but never thought that the horse stumbled, got wet, and fell into the pool. It flapped its wings and struggled in the water, the butterfly thought sadly.
"I want to be closer to you, even just a little bit."
Hibiscus underwater looked at the butterfly. She should have been calm and calm until she was slightly stunned and then moved.
"So you came here for me."
Flowers and butterflies touch lightly. The butterfly is freed from the shackles of water, but its heart is already bound by flowers.
The flower and the butterfly were supposed to be a pair, but the flower didn't know it and the butterfly didn't express it.
She is the Flower Goddess, she is a white rose flower demon in the Flower Goddess Fairy Garden
Flower Goddess
I love you in rose season
This is a confession that is 90 million years late.
Intention: Love rises in the east and falls in the west, I love you in rose season
