What could depict the feeling of a lover, but the crispy, vibrant scent of a scarlet flower?
Love. Oh, love. Lover, oh lover. And… What’s in a name? That which we call a rose, By any other name would smell as sweet.
More often than not – love might have a tragic end. The rose of love has dried down. Just one night passed,
and it looks like a-thousand years. Crush the dried-down rose in you hands. You will get nothing but dust. And a beautiful, melancholic memory of how sweet this swiftly-fading romance has been.