Flowers are not flowers, mist is not mist, midnight comes and dawn goes. It came like a spring dream in a short time, and left like a morning cloud with nowhere to find!
What's this? It's the aroma! A wisp of fragrance, light and a little sweet, spreads out in the room, like the moonlight rippling on the water, so softly. The soft ground seems to melt into the water, so soft that it can't even bear a pinch...
Is this subtle fragrance that only I can smell a blessing from God? Or is it a messenger seeking souls?
Every time I wait for the gardenia to bloom, I will silently pay tribute to this pure and beautiful love in another world in my heart.