"Flowers bloom only for the love of butterflies, and pieces of residual red are bruised. Everything in the past is like an old dream, remembering to lock the window all my life. " What do you mean this is a poem?
Flowers bloom only for butterfly fragrance, and patches of residual red are bruised. The past is like a dream, reminiscing about life and locking the window.
Flowers bloom only because butterflies like the smell,
Although the petals are red, they will eventually fall, which is heartbreaking.
Past experiences pass through my mind like dreams,
Engrave the past of this life in your heart.