"Either you hug me or you leave me. Love and death will turn me into a flower. "

"A rose keeps turning into another rose, whether you are a cloud or a sea, or forgetting you and every self you have lost."

"Why are you afraid of the sudden storm in your life when your roses are in full bloom to me?"

"There may be five thousand flowers exactly like you in the world, but only you are my unique rose."

"The future and roses, the future and the square are very long."

"You are the last rose on my barren land."

It is another beautiful spring day. The clear blue sky outside the window follows the sunshine and sets off the white wall, which is dull but quiet.

Quiet, used to describe life, is a beautiful word.

You can wear headphones, listen to music, write your graduation thesis, stand up from time to time and glance out of the window.

I will talk about the wheels and pulleys made of my pen, while chanting that I finished playing early and started playing happily.

Until I turn on the music player.

It's like the box of memory is opened,

I remembered the human tragedy at the scene of the car accident on the sidewalk.

Thinking of the despair and powerlessness of the plane plummeting,

I remember the heaviness and regret when I attended the funeral in person.

The accident may not be far away.

I occasionally think, what is people living for?

Is it for the experience of life or for the fetters of this life?

I don't understand, and I don't want to know.

I don't know when I became an achievement player, keen on setting goals and then lighting up achievement points.