Speechless Love for Falling Red Leaves and Falling Flowers

Flowers bloom for ten miles across the street, and tears cut off the red leaves in late autumn. When the flowers bloom, I meet you. When the flowers bloom, I want to be with you. When the flowers fade, you know my heart. Finally, the red leaves are like fire. You know what I mean. Next spring, the flowers will still bloom, but there will be no flower growers.