Fourteen lines of gardenia
The gardenia in my childhood
I picked it home quietly
I don’t know who I can give it to
Withering under the eaves of memory
I once picked gardenias
Just for the dark fragrance and no other reason
I don’t know that the fragrance is just like She
only knows how to play house
Childhood sweetheart Gardenia
Hidden in the pages of books and traveling around the world
Smell the fragrance in dreams and know Who is it
The sky is talking to the crescent moon
Gardenia flowers in and out of dreams
Bloom into the past and dye your hair on the temples