I hid the roses behind me, and the flowers fell from the wind. From then on, I gave them to myself, and I rode to freedom, and I never greeted them again. No matter how many people you read, there was no one like me.
It means hiding the beautiful yearning in your heart behind you. When you face the reality, the beautiful yearning will fall with the flowers. From then on, the beauty was presented to myself, riding a horse to meet the beauty and yearn for freedom. Everyone will meet beautiful people or things, but in the face of reality, we should still be brave enough to bow our heads, and in this way, we should keep the beauty in our hearts and set ourselves free.