"Your lily of the valley has faded and will bloom next year. My hibiscus will bloom again after it has fallen."
"But our season only comes once."
[The full text of this book is saved and updated daily. It is not a rhyme, so feel free to read it]
[This has no prototype because the author is my niece.
Intention: No matter how much you like it, it can't beat the wrong timing. Some people can only accompany you for a while.
