You love me, right? Of course I love you. But why has my love become a "nameless position" in your heart, while your love has taken an irreplaceable place in mine? I've realized that you are like the fragrance of an orchid, making it impossible for me to break free. You bloom beautifully like an orchid, yet in the moment I can never forget, you "wither"...
Theme: The orchids are blooming so beautifully this year
