Kareena Liza

Fragrance of flowers

I was often depressed. When the rape flowers were in full bloom, I would go to a rape field outside the back wall of the school - and sit there for half a day. Facing the rolling waves of flowers swept up by the wind, I was overwhelmed by the warm bubbles of the sea of memories. The fragrant scent came to me, rushing to my nose and mouth, soaking into my heart and lungs, seeping into the dusty corners of my mind, and I then saw a small, tender yellow flower pouring out its fragrance.