Look at the sea of flowers on Valentine's Day

I am your sea of flowers, blooming in this life, just to stare at your season. Close at hand, but only between the intersection of light and shadow, across each other's other shore.

Countless times, the smoothness of your eyes has warmed the coolness of my blooming alone, and time and time again, the palm of your hand has been gently touched, which has warmed this season's acacia.

Reach out and pick a little Cangshan snow, and wake up the yellow buds inch by inch. Dense flowers, piled up like smoke, bees and butterflies swarmed, and the calm tower shadow played eternal noise and loneliness. A pool of dignified, can't lock the heart door of the years, can't lock the tower door, and there are many drunkenness overlooking. Past lives afterlife, and the initial stare and persistence?

Countless flowering periods, overwhelming golden yellow, faint fragrance floating. A spacious and straight road leads directly to the top of the tower. Is your dream disturbed? Are your arms waiting for you as promised?

The flowers are still in full bloom with tears, and the wind in Shimonoseki blows away the buds of the season and tilts your body. A thousand years have passed, and the silence of the years is only for the amazing yellow blooming in this deep winter. For the feeling of forgetting the world, the criss-crossing ridges are thinned and the confusing fragrance is reduced.

Fingers locked, from dancing to stumbling, left a rich song in the warm season. Fingertips merge, full of years and years, songs flow there, and love travels through time and space.

I am your sea of flowers, playing the life-and-death relationship between the towers and shadows, in the winter when the spring is covered with snow.