flowers in the rain | lee yubin ✔︎

TWO

"flowers remind me of life,
every instead of mine.
my flower is slowly dying
in my bed where i'm crying.
but i'm still growing with my love."

💌

the store was empty - only me, flowers and middle-aged woman who read a book and didn't really pay attention. it had been tiring day in my little lp shop so after the eight hours, i was glad i could go finally home.

home. should i call my apartment my home?

i stayed for awhile thinking about all the beautiful flowers that filled the whole room. my pick was the same as the other days. it didn't matter what color the rose had, every single color reminded me of the pretty and adorable girl.

the woman with a book in her hands sold me the bouquet of the red roses i had taken. she knew me 'cause her shop was on my everyday list. she was kind to me and i promised myself to never leave this shop for another. 

the clock showed six when i finally brought the bouquet home. this day was over and sun's going to sleep. 

red roses are for my love to you. the color of my heart that beats for you. the color of my blood running through my veins that give me reason to bleed for you.