Introduction to the characteristics of the Cymbidium kanran 'Purple Bamboo Rhythm' variety

The night grows deeper and deeper. I keep you in my heart, carefully holding you, holding you, holding you. One night after another, and we have crossed the river of autumn. The river of autumn has washed away the colors of our years. The colors of our years settle more and more, settling just like the purple bamboo of late autumn. Even worries and restlessness all disperse in a single night.