Dim Sum Diaries
The morning dew glistens on the velvety petals of the pale pink rosebud. Just newly opened, its elegant stem gracefully arches to greet the warming rays of the sun. With a little tender loving care, its bloom would last for some time.

Until the cruel hand of fate viciously rips at the flower. Some petals fall to the ground before their appointed time. Shaken yet steadfastly resilient, the rose continues to survive and impart beauty to those all around. That is, until time withers the dying flower and the browned petals fall to the ground of their own accord.

Makes you think, that's all.