text = md`I was burying my goldfish during the nightfall in deep sorrow. I put a fresh yellow rose on the small grave that I built for. Soon, my family left Inverness and moved to Edinburgh though I was against. There was a local flower shop near my new home, selling manjusaka. I asked the shop owner, "Where can I find yellow roses?" "Just go straight for two hundred meters, near the lake," he said. "Thanks," I said, and walked hastily towards the lake. I walked faster and faster until I couldn't breathe. When I stopped walking, half of my body was in the middle of the lake. I didn't know what I was doing here and why I was not sinking. I floated too long in the water watching the sunset. Too long that sometimes I forgot I was a goldfish, and had died in the trash companied by a withered yellow rose years ago.`