17 Years old, a flowery age, in this flower-like age, I live like a flower, as beautiful as a flower, as brilliant as a flower, as wonderful as a flower, and withered like a flower. I am the flower seed without flowers and leaves, without leaves and flowers. I bloom them and let them rot. No one has any bones, and we are all buried together by the yellow sand. We tried our best, but we managed to fertilize an inch of the land, and not a single flower bloomed on the ground.
What you are reading is written for you, my beloved you.
Purpose: Cherish what you love