Flowers bloom and fall, actually it should have nothing to do with the season. Many times I am confused about my own life and cannot find a better reason to stop myself from thinking about things that others think are unimportant. The road is still the same. When many years have passed and we are getting further and further away from the past, we no longer pursue it. So I thought of going to dream, to find a long-lost mood, to see if the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze, to see if the face in the memory is still as tender as water? Who can keep those flowers? Let the faint fragrance make you feel heart-wrenchingly melancholy. Are you also recalling the light rainy night and the lush green leaves? And I end up doing the most boring thing in the world, watching flowers bloom and fall, leaving only sad memories of the past.
