Rose Soul

Her short life seemed like a dream, right and wrong, love and hatred, in the end, they all turned into a long sigh, scattered in the world of time. Her only relative hated her so much, the person she loved most, the person who once made it difficult for the sea to change, the person who said he would wait for her. She has succeeded, failed, loved and complained, but in the end it all bloomed and fell with the flowers, turned into a wisp of light fragrance, blown away by the wind, the redness of the rose, the easily injured dream, held in the hand and lost between the fingers, finally came to nothing.