This is a dream, an illusory yet real dream.
In the dream, there are broken petals floating all over the sky, and there are gorgeous flowers all over the mountains and plains. . . . . .
A person was buried under the flowers, and another person knelt in front of the tombstone and cried.
Pieces of noise
There is sadness behind it
Lollipops from my childhood
Gone
A wave follows
Broken and injured
Previous articles
The pages of the book have turned yellow
The distressed words are still heartbreaking
Dreams are too long
Reflecting the tears
The dream said:
In the old days, the 12th day of the second lunar month was the Flower Festival.
It is said that this day is Baihua's birthday. . . . . .