Li Zhao is the most perfect tree in my heart. She can grow many leaves.
And I was a bird that accidentally perched on her tree trunk.
But she allowed me to stay, allowed me to surround herself, and allowed me to escape the torrential rain from the outside world.
And when the wind and rain came again, I stubbornly held up my wings to guard one of her leaves. When the weather cleared, she gave me a whole leaf of greenery.
