I am a withered rose, an ever-falling star, a broken illusion. I am glad to have met them all my life, and I lament that things in the world are unpredictable. They may be trapped by love, or die for love, or die for the sake of family and country, or die because of the love of their children. They come from all worlds and different places, and their status may be noble or low, but they are still so eye-catching.
Intention: forget-me-not
