The wings of flowers don't know how to fly until they die,
Only soil without love and hate will sprout and bloom again.
Legend has it that after the tea flower blooms, other flowers will no longer bloom.
When the tea flowers are about to bloom,
Other flowers will wither,
Only then did I know the meaning of my own flowering;
When the flowers fade,
Love and hate no longer exist,
Only with a good attitude can we give birth to hope for the future.
If you can't let go of your past feelings,
It is difficult to accept new feelings.