Flowers have no color of their own. You see her, and only then do their colors become clear. From that moment on, life blossoms.
Is this one half of love and dreams? Time spins, fate circles back. Who knows the truth?
What I've gained, what I've lost... Am I in love?
A thousand years pass, the time it takes for a single tear to fall. Who is waiting? Who can understand the language of flowers?
An inch of longing, an inch of ash. The wind sends a challenge to loneliness.
Love is exiled by ambition, arrogance, and prejudice... Whose world belongs to whom?
It is not the human heart that is indifferent, alienated, and changed, but time. .
I surf the Internet every day and almost become a spider^^^^^^
The words I see are like the soul deep inside my heart. . . . . .