Dandelions explode into broken sun, February orchids spread over the Xia River, and glass bells shake into pieces to break hymns.
In the sea of gorgeous flowers that no one knows about,
He hears the dream of stones and the song of dew,
But I can't see the gold dust on people's shoulders or the light net in the ward.
When the lily of the valley pierces the rose window, billions of colored glasses reflect the disappearing figure,
The world finally tastes honey.
Intention: Tenderness that is not seen can also have the power to shake the world