once i was given a pot of red roses as birthday gift... people change, relationship changes but these roses...they have never failed to say hello every May. from years ago, i started to think grand mother comes to see me in May as a red rose... she loved roses and so she is now living as a rose.
once i was called Tsubaki, the passionate strong pink flower, so tough to survive in cold winter. i had never thought of the flower as my image, but somehow i was very delighted to be called so.
im like a snai who is...watching the world changing around me and in me.
