Into the third day

The boundless sly outlines the bright colors of the sun

The tired bird shows the wind to the wind

Confused, I silently stepped on the tree shadow to go home.

Thinking about my future

Depression

A piece of residual flowers fell on my shoulders

Rolling down my body

Look up and find

Not far from a flower tree

Struggling to bloom the last flowers

After all, the enemy is not called for the "zero fall into the mud"

Cold, but a residual flower falls

Once enthusiastic

Once lively

When the flower falls, it can only be turned into pieces of life.

Can't help but lament

Why is there a dying time?

Oh, the true essence will only show up after the setbacks.

The flower tree uses the fragments of the piece to predict the falling of the petals.

Just like those

Countless tears falling and climbing

Should be an ideal of the individual

Instead of pity the price of success

Flowers are beautiful, flowers are more meaningful

I want to put the petals of life one by one.

Sprinkle on the road to success

I won't regret it.

Will not be an inevitable stagnation between the end of the effort and the outcome

Because I understand the greatness of the flowers falling

More life continues to leave the most beautiful things