How come I stand alone by the river? The hazy sky is that dawn or dusk? Where can I inquire? I simply feel I am in an ocean of flowers, amid the flowers mixed a few white roses.
There she comes, she comes down from the hill. With a bunch of flowers in hands, she appears in a plain white dress with beautiful make up.
"Come hither, give you a white rose, you may pin on the lapel." I say. She beams with a word, but I can not hear. However, I seem to no pick one, and she does not wear it, holding the flowers still, she walks forward.
Looking up the path she passed, I can see both sides of the path covered with blooming flowers, drooping flowers, and fallen flowers.
I suppose white flower is better than red flower all the time; yet why didn't I pick one, and she didn't wear one?
What's the place forward? Why not go with her?
It's over, the flowers disappear, and the dream awakes, what may be ahead? If I had picked one, had she been wearing it?
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