We rushed from the small town to the big city together, lived in the simplest houses, ate long-expired instant noodles, and accompanied you from being unknown to everyone today. Memories of the past often flashed in my mind. The suffering we have experienced should also become a thing of the past. However, I could not wait for that moment. Like a book, its final chapter is the ending. We have already reached this ending. When I close my eyes, I seem to feel you whispering softly in my ear: "What will happen if the rose I show off to others withers?" Later, I thought about it, the rose will eventually wither, but my immortal flower will never wither and live forever.
Intention: Welcome your own light
