It is not difficult to love someone. Like pomegranate in June, love is scattered in the flowers, and there is always someone looking forward to her. A casual ridicule, a look that can't be concealed, but it also makes people linger and never give up.
In the vast world, all sentient beings, fate comes and goes, fate gathers and disperses, and love is in an instant, which is neither difficult nor easy. Somehow, it's arranged, neither early nor late.
In June, pomegranate flowers are as red as fire. You meditate and stare under the flowers alone, without expecting anyone to understand. You feel sorry for yourself in the moonlight, and you don't mind the flowers overflowing. You said you were listening to your heart, revealing that your loneliness has nothing to do with your prosperity and loneliness. Standing on the Atlantic Ocean, I clearly felt the fragrance of flowers floating in the breeze. Although I am far away, I feel that you are close at hand.
You say there is no love in your floral fragrance, so why flatter yourself and ask for trouble. In the end, it will be heartless and resentful. I said I smelled love hidden in flowers, but the door was closed and never opened. I am afraid that easily released love hurts others and hurts myself.
You said that you are a pomegranate tree in the countryside and fields, which is open for appreciation alone, without delicate flowers and strong floral fragrance. Although not noble, but very pure, there is no easy commitment, no easy charity. I said, flowers bloom for a reason, but flowers bloom sometimes. We don't need the promise that the seas run dry and the rocks crumble, and we don't need to be together forever. Love a person without reason, just because you know.
You said, there is always a good time for flowers to bloom. Your flowering period has missed the season and will eventually wither and die. I don't want you to see my withered flowers. I said, no flower is always red, and no matter how bright it is, it can't escape the traces of time. Although the flowers have withered, the fragrance of flowers has penetrated into the heart and the love in the heart has been engraved in the heart. I don't know when, in the twilight, we are far apart and we can't forget each other.
So far away, so far away. Keep the promise that you don't make easily, and let your thoughts fly in your dreams. In the morning, under the pomegranate tree, I read you the poem I just wrote last night. Every paragraph is a memory in a dream, expressing my thoughts of crossing the ocean. In the pomegranate fragrance at night, you are singing a song written for you. Every note is the thought of a dream, and it is entangled with Qianshan's concern.
At night, unwilling to leave; Wake up in the morning. Day after day, month after month, winter goes and spring comes, and there is not a day that I don't worry or miss. Time flies like water, and our days together always feel so short, but first we have to say goodbye.
It's June again, and pomegranate flowers are in full bloom. Flaming flowers, clusters, covered with branches That is the love that blooms in our hearts, meeting in June and opening in June. Flowers are in full bloom, spitting fragrance, not disturbing time, not fighting for spring scenery, just pouring out their hearts for bosom friends.
Pomegranate flowers bloom in June. Have you ever thought that you can have passionate love when you wither alone in the cold winter and never pray? Have you ever thought that when the spring is chilly, you have to bear the pain of pregnancy, and you never want to be pitied in the lonely branches. Never thought, the breeze sends warmth, the sunshine is warm, and I taste the late love under the pomegranate tree.
Pomegranate flowers are in full bloom in June. Have you ever thought that they will also wither? Whether it is because of wind and rain or ruthless years, fiery red flowers will fall with the wind. One day, you cried and said, the flowers are all withered. Are you leaving? I said, the fading of flowers is not the end of love, you have bloomed in my heart. Don't be sad, although flowers will die, falling in love with you is not only a lifetime fate, but also a lifetime love.
Have you noticed that a new life was born in the trace of falling flowers? That is the secret of love, regardless of missing each other, the tenderness of missing day and night. Love a little a day, miss a little a night, and the watering of love will eventually bear the fruit of love as crystal clear as ruby.