The Cool Dreams of Those Years Were Like Falling Flowers

I am a broken fig. She is like a blooming desert rose. That year, the flowers bloomed and the hibiscus trees fell pure and white. I stood on this shore and looked at the scenery along the way. You were born before I was born, but I was born before you were old. I just sigh that time is as beautiful as a flower, but the passing years are fragile and the appearance is lost. ——"Long Dreams and Falling Flowers in Those Years" Intention: