I endured the pain and left my bud.
I'm sure branches hurt, too, right?
Drifting in the wind, I tried to change direction.
But the wind is much stronger than me.
Then he let me know his ability.
Hit my little body hard.
I gradually fell into a coma.
Wake up in another heaven.
It can also be called hell. I began to let the soil bury me.
I haven't seen the sun for a long time. This time is called decadence.
After countless struggles
I decided to regain the sunshine.
With the help of rain, I finally ran to this sunless world.
I am trying to grow up and spread my branches and leaves.
At this time, no matter how strong the wind is, I can't shake it.
A second, a minute and an hour passed slowly.
I live a so-called life.
The day finally came, and the dandelion around me was taken away by the wind.
take one's own road
I gradually lost my strength and felt that I just needed to sleep.
But this kind of sleep is forever.
Maybe I left nothing behind.
Maybe I left the whole world behind.