Suddenly I remembered that this rose was from the day he moved in, when he went to various boutiques in a high-end department store and bought a bunch of things.

I was in a good mood when I ran into a little girl selling flowers on my way home.

It was getting late, and the little girl still had a bouquet of roses left to sell. She kept wandering around the street, asking passersby if they wanted to buy flowers.

He felt a pang of sadness watching the little girl, who had to sell flowers to earn money at such a young age.

So I bought the bouquet of roses and, when I got home, I just casually put them in a vase.

He then forgot about it and hasn't taken care of the flowers in recent days.

The roses that were in full bloom when I bought them are now starting to fall.

The faded rose petals drifted down onto the table in twos and threes, while only a few relatively intact roses hung drooping from the branches, seemingly about to fall.

This scene gave Jiang He a sudden inspiration. He realized he knew what to write for the new song he wanted to write for Chen Feng.

Write about the funeral of roses.

This song is a part of Jiang He's youthful memories.

The familiar melody and tune are so catchy that you can hum them even with your eyes closed.

After humming the song with her eyes closed, Jiang He got up and took the withered roses out of the vase.

I found the beautifully packaged box from a previous purchase, put the roses inside, and planned to dispose of them using the box.

It was fitting to give the roses that inspired him a barely decent funeral.

After arranging the roses, Jiang He found paper and pen, turned on the desk lamp, and began to write under the warm yellow light.

Soon, the lyrics and music for a complete song, "Funeral of Roses," were finished.

When I meet Chen Feng tomorrow, I will give him this song.