there is a flower
no matter how many centuries it has gone through
no matter how far it is
you never thought that
the flower's inner desire
it doesn't need wealth
it doesn't need fame
it just needs a warm hug
But it's so strange < Now
this dream of my own
has become so indifferent
and I don't know who to trust
and this flower
stands at the end of the dream
and I don't know when it started
without the end of the flower
and I don't know when it started
The flower has quietly forgotten itself
as for the existence of others. Become so ridiculous
shed tears
just prove that I still feel
still hurt
The dream of flowers
begins to fade
Looking forward to tomorrow's dream
Grade 6: Chen Simin.