The gate closes gently but our hearts remain full.
As the garden rests, may you keep blooming,
wherever the wind may take you next.
We'll be here, gently remembering.
To every petal that found its way here,
thank you for blooming with us.
𝓓𝐮𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝓓𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐲.
Even the past has petals worth keeping. I, Danielle Marsh, choose to hold on not to what’s gone, but to what it gave me. Every petal, every piece, still belongs in my garden, ready for another bloom.
Even the past has petals worth keeping. I, Zhang Hao, choose to hold on not to what’s gone, but to what it gave me. Every petal, every piece, still belongs in my garden, ready for another bloom.
Even the past has petals worth keeping. I, PetalOfYoungjae, choose to hold on not to what’s gone, but to what it gave me. Every petal, every piece, still belongs in my garden, ready for another bloom.
Even the past has petals worth keeping. I, Choi Jiwoo, choose to hold on not to what’s gone, but to what it gave me. Every petal, every piece, still belongs in my garden, ready for another bloom.
(TITIPAN)
Every whisper carries meaning, every petal holds a story. The garden closes its gate, and beneath the dusky sky, it gently says goodbye. I, Mas Azril, will keep its memory in full bloom.
Even the past has petals worth keeping. I, Anton Lee, choose to hold on not to what’s gone, but to what it gave me. Every petal, every piece, still belongs in my garden, ready for another bloom.
Even the past has petals worth keeping. I, Kim Leehan, choose to hold on not to what’s gone, but to what it gave me. Every petal, every piece, still belongs in my garden, ready for another bloom.
Even the past has petals worth keeping. I, Asakura Jo, choose to hold on not to what’s gone, but to what it gave me. Every petal, every piece, still belongs in my garden, ready for another bloom.
Even the past has petals worth keeping. I, Yang Jungwon, choose to hold on not to what’s gone, but to what it gave me. Every petal, every piece, still belongs in my garden, ready for another bloom.
Even the past has petals worth keeping. I Youngeun, choose to hold on not to what’s gone, but to what it gave me. Every petal, every piece, still belongs in my garden, ready for another bloom.
Even the past has petals worth keeping. I, Hanni Pham, choose to hold on not to what’s gone, but to what it gave me. Every petal, every piece, still belongs in my garden, ready for another bloom.
Even the past has petals worth keeping. I, PetalOfSungho, choose to hold on not to what’s gone, but to what it gave me. Every petal, every piece, still belongs in my garden, ready for another bloom.