Flowers Fade Silently

In that white winter day, you planted a fiery red rose in the depths of my heart forever. From now on, I will use my life blood to water and nurture it. My young heart doesn't want to imagine how much of a long life is unpredictable, how much is unpredictable, and how much is not eternal? My young heart cannot know that spring flowers are the most perishable, autumn moon is the most ruthless, and the best time in life passes by in the most haste?