Camellia and White Chrysanthemum

Camellia blossoms lie scattered carelessly upon the ground. Unnoticed by anyone, left behind and forgotten. Even the red spider lilies keep their distance from the fallen camellias, blooming from afar as though mourning their sorrow. The white chrysanthemum gently lifts one blossom from among them. Just as she once did. Tenderly, so tenderly. How many times has she returned to this place? With the passing of time, her flower has turned completely white. There is no sound here. Only the darkness of night and the light of the moon gently embrace her.