In my rose garden, there was a large place for sentimental tranquility. The atmospher was light cool and smelled sweet with rose blossom. As gusts of refreshing wind came through my garden, there smelling brought a sweet dream to my heart. The colour and tones of rose' petals looked gentle and infatuating. I plucked one of them for smelling. My ring finger was stucked and blooded suddenly together with seeped through my fingers.
