You love me, of course I love you, but why has my love become an "unnamed place" in your heart, but your love has become an irreplaceable position in my heart. I find that you are like the fragrance of an orchid, which makes me unable to extricate myself. Like an orchid, you bloom beautifully, but "wither" in a moment that I can't forget...
Intention: The orchids are blooming well this year
