淡粉的花枝自霧氣深處伸展開來，像是在為一場即將到來的相遇，悄悄鋪路。花瓣輕輕落下，不急不散，空氣裡多了一種說不出的預感，彷彿世界正屏住呼吸。

花影之中，一道身影緩緩前行。她並未尋找，卻已準備好被遇見。

腳步在霧中停住的那一刻，風忽然變得溫柔，花也開得更近了一些。這些花，不為過去而開，也不為挽留誰。它們只是知道——有一段情感，正循著時間的方向，慢慢靠近。

《花語》描繪的，是愛情尚未現身、卻已在空氣中發亮的時刻。當花開成景，心便明白——那個人，已在路上。

Soft pink branches emerge from the mist, as if quietly preparing the way for an encounter yet to happen. Petals drift without urgency; in that unhurried fall, the world seems to pause, holding a secret it is ready to reveal.

Within the veil of blossoms, a solitary figure moves slowly. She is not searching, yet she is ready—to be found. At the moment her steps linger, the breeze turns tender and the flowers lean in closer. These flowers do not bloom for the past, nor do they call anyone back. They simply know that a connection is on its way, guided by time, approaching without sound.

“Language of Flowers” captures the moment when love has yet to appear, though its glow already shimmers in the air. Where flowers blossom into scenery, deep down, I know that person is already on the way.