I like to walk on the path at night. There is no mess during the day. I will chat with the flowers, plants and trees on the roadside attentively. Only at this time will my complicated heart feel a little calm.
Love to me is not a random choice, it is going from black hair to white hair with my lover. Hold your hand and grow old together.
Perhaps, I am too persistent in love and only choose the one and only. Right or wrong, I will just follow my heart.
Hibiscus flowers bloom towards the end of the year, but every time they wither, it is for the next more gorgeous bloom. Just like the sun constantly sets and rises, just like spring goes and autumn comes and the four seasons rotate, but it is a child who will never be abandoned. It's more like loving someone, there will be low points and turmoil, but those who know how to love will still persevere gently. Because they understand that ups and downs are always inevitable, but nothing will make them shake their original choice, and their belief in love will remain unchanged.
So I am Hibiscus.