Flowers Are Not yet Blooming

How lucky am I to be born to meet you! It is said that fate is destined by God, and some love is destined to be destined but not destined. Perhaps the beauty of love does not lie in the things that can often be obtained, but in the various things that cannot be obtained after passing by due to a strange combination of circumstances, that is the real love. At the age of flowering. You and I attract bees and butterflies to the flowers and grass, but they are just like a fleeting flower in the pan, passing by in a hurry, and the beauty we can admire is fleeting. Those who meet the right flowers in the right warmth are so pity and worthy of blessing.