It is with heavy heart that goodbyes are inevitable, it's hard to even say it out loud that everything, everything that you might known or cherished may be gone in an instant, a wilted wild flower that blooms in the morning snow.
Perhaps, it's the determination of the bud that wants to shine in the icy white field. Perhaps the bloom will be colourful at the end of September.
Like all pretty flowers, it will stand strong against the tide of withering time.
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