When I saw this picture, I was so surprised, because I remember my sister had drawn a very similar one while her childhood. At that time, I and my sister collected as many flowers as we could which were on the road or in the garden. We were interested in floral language, so we looked in a book about the flowers’ language one by one. She painted the flower that looked like above, but she said it was imaginational flower and we couldn’t find in a book. Anyway, I could find the innocence of her flower then, too.