Why do you stand alone by the river? This hazy sky, is it dawn or dusk?

Where to ask, only to see the world of flowers. There were a few white roses in the middle.

She's coming. She's coming down from the mountain. She was dressed as if she were white, and she was holding a bunch of flowers in her hand. I said, "Here, give you a white rose to pin in your skirt." She smiled and said something but couldn't hear. But it seems that I did not take them off, and she did not wear them,

Still holding the flowers, walked forward. Looking up at her path, I saw flowers on both sides, hanging flowers, falling flowers. I think white flowers are better than red flowers; But why didn't I take them off and she didn't wear them?

Where is the road ahead? Why don't you follow her? The flower is gone, the dream is awake, what is the way ahead? Then pick also wear?