Have you ever raised flowers?
Where did you meet this seed?
Watching her grow day by day,
How do you feel?
Do you expect her to bloom?
Are you looking forward to her results?
In her most beautiful flowering period,
As soon as you leave,
When I turned around to look for her again,
You see she has withered long ago,
"She can wither," you console yourself.
But have you ever thought about it?
Here with you,
She must wither.
Motto: "When a flower falls, it does not die."