You can expect the flowers to bloom, but the flowers will fall without interest.

Flowers bloom for a period of time, but they fall without interest

There is always a flower that leaves its fragrance at the intersection of passing years, quiet and natural; there is always a flower that blooms in sorrow. In my heart, the fragrance disperses all the clouds of sadness; there is always a flower that blooms and withers, then blooms again, blooming the most beautiful gesture of life in the continuous reincarnation.

I always thought that I was in the mortal world, but my heart was outside the mortal world. Outside the world of mortals in my heart, the wind and smoke are quiet and the mountains and waters are beautiful. Build a small house and plant a peach blossom, and that will be my world. There is a time limit for flowers to bloom, but there is a time limit for love flowers? If time allows me to hope, how should I talk about an everlasting love? How about listening to the melodious sound of a flute with you in the willow wind? I will play a simple song in the mist and rain, how about you dancing gracefully? Deep in the peach blossoms, quietly listening to the gurgling stream, would you like to wear a peach blossom on your head? Would you mind folding a wicker stick and weaving a cool straw hat for you? How about I rely on you with my affectionate expression, and paint all my affection into your eyebrows? If love blooms, my affection will be much deeper.

Living in the world of mortals, dependent on time, I quietly hold on to a peaceful and far-reaching lovesickness, and a feeling of mutual affection. Plant a plain flower in your heart and decorate your state of mind with a blooming attitude. Holding a plain pen, accompanied by the faint fragrance of heart flowers, write the words you like in a shallow way. Find the habitat of the soul in words. In the noisy world of mortals, fortunately, there is a natural harmony between words and the heart, which can make the impetuous heart calm in the world of mortals.

In the deep and shallow days, a person listens to the wind and rain in the world, watches the flowers bloom on the willow bank, and lets the layers of thoughts fill the sky with the fragrance of flowers in this season.

May is a passionate season, but I still wander alone with my sadness, looking for the paradise of dreams. I have always known that flowers can bloom, but I have always been cautious. I am afraid that I will miss the flowering period and the flowers will fall without interest. So, standing at both ends of the season, quietly watching the old years passing by in a hurry.

This dream-like life filters out the dust in my heart and takes off the impetuous coat. I just want to watch the flowering period quietly and rub it into the gentle heart of the years with my tenderness. Even if the flowers fall without interest, you only need to wipe away the faint sadness from the corner of your eyes. When you are reincarnated, you can still expect the flowers to bloom!