"Withered and decayed flower, is anyone willing to know its past?"
"The withered flower will not recover, but it will meet you again in a future spring."
I have survived the harsh winter but cannot wait for the resurrection of all things in spring. Please bury me in the forest. Wait until next year, my bones will bloom and the wind will blow gently on your face. Please don't forget me.
New author, please give me some advice.
Intention: Children of spring will eventually go away with spring