Lianlian Sweet Orange Tree

Maybe, one day, I can also do something to heal you, like the sweet orange tree exuding the fragrance of relieving worries, like the wall of roses with the smell of home, like the sea of ​​sunflowers blooming in the scorching sun, like a person making a wish waiting for the meteor that cuts through the sky, like seeing your face in the clouds. Because I like it, everything is like snowflakes willing to melt when they want to see the sun. Maybe I am a little more greedy. I want to stay by your side just like the sweet orange tree silently spits out its pistils when it wants to see the sky full of stars.