No flowers
We are in a dark corner
This tree does not sprout or bloom
You look at me and I look at you without speaking.
Others laugh at our twisted branches
Can't bear fruit or even bloom.
But this doesn't stop me from loving it
Even you once said forget it
Our tree
Evil people cast a black veil over it
I want to look for sunshine, but I only touch the sadness
I want to tear the crape apart but I can't afford the price
Wuhua is helpless. We both have to see who puts it down first.