There are no catkins blowing up in the wind, only sunflowers leaning toward the sun...
Sunflower, also known as sunflower, its flower language is - silent love
Willing to be bruised and bruised by the scorching sun
But still spend all his life waiting... Persistence...
A lonely sunflower, watching the sunrise alone, watching the sunset alone, walking alone, being happy alone, crying alone...
What will happen to its love in the end?