Flowers bloom on the street, and they cannot escape their predetermined fate throughout their lives: even if they use all their strength to bloom dazzlingly and charmingly, they may be easily trampled under their feet; or they may turn a blind eye, leaving them alone to enjoy themselves. Or being climbed back home, only to wither and die without seeing the sun all day long; what I look forward to most is to meet someone who truly cherishes flowers, who will accompany me to face the wind and rain and enjoy the sunshine, just for him to bloom into incomparable beauty.