The ice is fragrant for dew, and the lonely shadow is in tears. (Write about the growth experience of flowers)
It is difficult to find a blooming dream in Conan, but when it falls, who can smell it? (Flowers bloom and fall is life and death)
Affectionate flowers buried in the moon, once prosperous as a mark. (friendly)
The originality of minor injuries! This is about the life of a flower.