Signal from the Rose

Do you still remember that year of separation? Time flies by in reality, pulling out rapid growth like a thread. There are contradictions between dreams and reality, sadness, hesitation, and confusion. . . That is the dark blue flower that blooms from the pure white memory of our youth. (I have always wanted to write a story about youth, turning the time I once had and the time that has passed before I had time to capture it into a memorial that does not require farewell in the form of words.)