A small, light green bush floating in the june sky Many small flowers bloomed like smoke from them "This is the flower of the peppermint plant" One day when I was a little girl My mother broke that bud with her hand and said to me "Be like the peppermint plant" I brought my face close to it I smelled the pure fragrance of a flower unlike any other It was a strange scent that drew me in Decades have passed since then I lived on and on. My mother has already passed away "Be like the peppermint plant" Though I never finally became such a person I still have that voice inside of me, fragrant and noble