Perfect memorial

The flower shop people said to use the yellow chrysanthemum, I shook my head.

Picked white chrysanthemum: clear petal lines, pure white flowers, even the flower trays are dazzling green

It's raining. It’s so dark, it’s so suffocating; the wind is so cool, it’s so daunting;

After Never land, it’s no secret, it belongs to anyone except me.

Lu Yao, Tian Qing, people's enlightenment

Arrived. Put down the flowers.

A gust of wind blew, and the leaves fell to the ground. I heard that the leaves are the tears of the tree.

And this rain, it is the thoughts of the blue sky, a trace of it, intertwined, entangled, can not be opened, can not stop ... When the sky misses the earth, it will scatter the tears

That white chrysanthemum is my memory.

Candle, can't afford, the wind is too big. ... then block it with your hand.

The flame of the trembling flames, the burning heart burst into flames, the fire jumped at the fingertips, and the palms burst out of the fine sweat and burned.

The faint flame was extinguished, and a blue smoke drifted over...