The fallen flowers are colorful and the branches are full of peach blossoms.
The last drop of clear tears fell on a withering purple pear.
The most beautiful flower in the world splashed out, but it fell into pieces in an instant.
My heart is also broken.
She,
Those eyes are bloody eyes that have been passed down for generations.
Staring at the sky, like a butterfly dancing alone.
Him,
Watch her fly.
The kind of silence that includes the fall of tears, with no regrets or regrets.
The old friend has left, and the butterfly no longer dances.
Lonely butterfly,
Broken wings, cocooned, drifting.