When a substance passes through a waterway with a firm identity
reborn into something completely new.
Only my delicate scent remains in the world for a while and leaves.
It's perfume.
Observing the life of a flower is like looking into a human life. I bloom without knowing what I will become and where I will take root.
Scattered. The place where I settled is my hometown, and I live fully adapting to the environment.
That's how I do my duty, burst flowers, and my life slowly fades away.
