Every spring, when lilacs bloom, I think of someone
She once said to me, "Five-petal cloves can bring luck to people."
That little flower has been lying in my book
Every time I see it when I feel sad, I feel that all the sadness in the world will pass away
As long as you believe in your heart, luck will eventually come
Later, the flowers no longer fragrant
But the lilac in my memory is still there
Always fresh, never withering, always carrying hope for a better future.
Blooming in my memory
Become the deep comfort to the softest place in my heart
I remembered that spring, will she forget?