I am a person who doesn't like to take the initiative. Although I have an interesting soul, I don't like to express myself. I am stubborn and slow to show off. I think I am lucky when I meet you who understand me. What kind of love can be better?
I have imagined the scene of hugging and crying after making peace with you.
If you forget some things, forget them and there is nothing to miss.
You tell everyone that they are your roses, but what will happen when the roses wither?
Purpose: To commemorate the lost memories