Dalbodre
[Park Jimin] Fallen Flowers and Flowing Water
[BTS::Park Jimin::Piece]
Ah, my beautiful flower. Even when you lie sick on your sickbed, you are the most beautiful flower. The boy who tends the sick flower always looks after it with utmost devotion. Sometimes, when the flower smiles brightly, the boy is captivated by its exquisite beauty, and is ecstatic.
The flower was always grateful to the boy who cared for her. The boy felt happy whenever he saw the flower. The flower was like gravity to the boy. However, the sky grew jealous of their happiness, and the flower's condition eventually deteriorated to the point where it would soon wither.
The boy was sad. If the flower disappeared, he would be so miserable that he couldn't live. The flower had taken up two-thirds of his life. The boy was deeply saddened. With a small hope, he diligently tended the flower. But the flower didn't improve.
"Ah, why is God so cruel?" the boy thought. He was willing to sacrifice everything he had to save the flower. But he was of no help to the flower.
As always, the world wasn't entirely his own, and the boy couldn't control what he wanted. Learning this cruel reality left him heartbroken. Later, the boy heard from the doctor that the flower's days were numbered.
The boy was utterly devastated, but he had no choice but to feign joy in front of the flower. It was better for him to shoulder all the pain than for the flower to be sad. From then on, the boy tried to create many memories with the flower.
The flower went to the art museum she'd been longing to visit, and she ate the sweet desserts she'd longed to share with the boy. The boy was happy. He wished time would stop. But the day the flower would wilt drew nearer, and she grew noticeably thinner.
As time passed, the flower had only one day left to live. Perhaps the flower knew it would die tomorrow. Today, she simply wanted to be with the boy.
The flower and the boy talked a lot. They talked about the day they first met, the boy's confession to the flower, the star-shaped necklace the boy had given her, promising a future together. The flower whispered something to the boy, tears welling up in her eyes.
Upon hearing this, the boy wept and told the flower that he loved her. Perhaps that was the last conversation between the boy and the flower. That morning, the flower suffered a seizure and withered.
The boy clutched the flower's petals and wept bitterly, recalling the flower's last words. In the end, the beautiful petals of that dawn fell.
Before its petals fall, the flower speaks. My beloved, beloved, beloved, even if this flower abandons me, please do not forget me.
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Hello, I'm the author. Today, I brought you a vague article. I'm not sure if the title matches it well ( ?ㅁ? )
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Among the meanings of Nakhwa Stream, it is written as 'If there is affection in falling flowers, then water also has affection. Falling flowers wish to flow with the flow of water, and flowing water wishes to float the falling flowers and flow. It is a saying that describes the longing between a man and a woman for each other.'
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I don't think it suits me well ( ;^; )
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And the cover of Dalbodre has changed, right?? The author made it himself. Making covers is fun （ ´∀｀）
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Now I've uploaded all the short stories I've written in advance... Now the author has to write the next episode... But it seems like I keep writing stories that are the exact opposite of the name of the short story collection ( ;ㅁ; )
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Then the writer will write the next episode 20000 ピン☆ (The writer worked hard on the article today. I also uploaded the meeting place, so please go check it out :)