Poetry that expresses life feelings with flowers.

Outside the window, the flowers are dancing freely, just like in a dream, the rain is falling and drifting aimlessly, like melancholy.

Spring goes and spring comes, beauty is old, flowers fall and people die.

Flowers still bloom every year, but they are different from year to year.

When the flowers should be folded, we should fold them quickly, and don't wait for the flowers to wither before folding one.

. . . . . . I don't know how many you want, or what kind of feeling you have about life, so I wrote a few casually ~