It's not that loving flowers means you want to die, but that you're afraid that the flowers will die when they grow old.
Numerous branches tend to fall off one after another, while the young stamens open slowly.
She chanted softly, with a faint smile at the corner of her mouth, but she stole seven percent of the world's scenery, flowing gently in her eyes. Is it right or wrong to bring the orchid in the empty valley into the world of mortals?
The world loves her delicateness and pities her elegance, but who knows that she only wants to sit and watch the green moss color, gradually getting dressed in human clothes?