The flowers are blooming, and the flowers are blooming, waiting for the butterfly. But there are flowers but no butterflies, and lamenting can only become a failure. In this way, the branches are intertwined, year after year, and all the withered and glorious images before are simply cut off, waiting for more beautiful flowers to open.
The moral is: (only my personal understanding)
My talent is just emerging, and I am eager to meet someone I appreciate, such as a new flower waiting for a butterfly. But I didn't meet my talent, and I waited hard for no result, such as a new flower becoming a lost English. Instead of going on like this again and again, it is better to abandon old ideas, break and stand up and seek a new way of growth.