“Today, While mother was watching me work, she suddenly remarked. “They say that people who like summer flowers die in the summer. I wonder if it’s true” I did not answer but went on watering the eggplants. It is already the beginning of the summer.She continued softly “I am very fond of hibiscus, but we haven't a single one in this garden” “We have plenty of oleanders” I answered in an intentionally sharp tone. “I don't like them. I like almost all summer flowers, but oleanders are too loud. ""I like roses best. But they bloom in four seasons. I wonder if people who like roses best have to die four times over again. We both laughed”
-The Setting Sun by Osamu Dazai
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