Love is like a flower. When it is in bud, it is so shy and makes people look forward to it;
Love is like a flower. When the flower is in full bloom, it is charming and charming, arousing people's admiration;
Love is like a flower. When the flowers fall, they are sad, cold and beautiful, which hurts the heart.
Like a flower, it is a process. Flowers bloom and fall, always bringing people joy, but never thinking about the future;
Like a flower, it is also an ending. In dreams and out of dreams, it always gives people sadness, but they never really have it.
Life and death are like flowers, where does love go? If one day, I am no longer your flower, will you still stop and look at me? When the flowers fall and their fragrance disappears, has there ever been a second when you kissed the lingering fragrance?