It's miss. It's crush. It's mirror.
He once said, I have seen many scenery, but it is never as good as the moon.
He said, you are the only light in my black and white world.
But later, I didn't read the book well and the flowers didn't bloom.
It is the light of salvation and the ashes of fall.
Jing Zheng, the flowers are blooming. Is it your turn to speak the language of flowers?
