Please give me your advice on the new book.
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The idea that had been building up for three years in high school finally came true
Copywriting of this article:
I don't know since when the sky in the capital has been covered with haze, and the fragrance of roses has filled the air.
White roses are entangled with bright thorns, and the darkness in the shadows spreads.
The unknown rose, the last flower grave of the boy, the dream of white roses, the sunflower chasing the light, the end of midsummer, the waves crashing on the cliff...
No matter what kind of flower it is, it will always wither, someone will always have to bear the burden and move forward, and someone will always leave silently...
But light and hope remain, and darkness is their opposite.
Concept: Symphony of withering flowers
