the white rose petals open one by one

Will the memories from those days revive?

Illuminated by tranquility, the night that makes flowers bloom

Is sweet yet painful and becoming colored



Like following a shining thread, time is quietly flowing

While people stick to the movement of flow and ebb, they are reborn



Your smile is the warmth that melts my chest

Like a faint dream that I had somewhere

Even if the present moment is cut up by the setting… Continue