Half a Lifetime of Flowers Gone

As I walked alone, the wind picked up and the leaves fell, and later the tea became cold. Old friends and past events that cannot be returned can only be buried in the heart and taken to the grave. After all, God owes me you for the rest of my life But you will always be one inch from the fourth rib in my left atrium ... No one accompanies me at dusk, no one asks me if my porridge is warm