littlechacha

When love closes its door

One year, the purple hibiscus flowers on the university campus bloomed extraordinarily brightly. Her face was in an afterglow, two sweet red. He asked her under the flowering tree, "Do you know the language of the hibiscus flower?" She shook her head. He said, "Although the hibiscus flower blossoms and falls, it is plain and does not love prosperity. It represents steadfastness, eternity, and beauty. Just like you." She smiled. He went on to say, "Hibiscus blooms so grandly, how like a love, all of it, without reservation."