May 20, 2022, what a beautiful day it is, but it is the anniversary of his death
When I saw you lying in a pool of blood, my heart really died.
"Because the flower language of Platycodon flower is sincere and unchanging love."
If I had known that this day could turn out so bad, I would have held on tight for the last time and let him appear in front of me again.
My platycodon flower withered, in its most beautiful time.
My platycodon flower is in its flowering season
Intention: Love without getting it