The sun shining on her body gave her a tingling feeling,
Like the joy of growing,
The soft wind with an almost smooth texture blew by,
Warmth,
With a slight hint of fresh floral fragrance,
People can't find any reason to be sad,
A butterfly hovers over the flowers, leisurely and comfortable
The look in his eyes showed no expectation,
She sat there quietly,
Will be melted by the air
If a gust of wind blows towards her
Every inch is her sensitive soul
Flowers blooming on the skin
Don't let her become a complete sadness
Intention: The beauty of pure soul
