The water is flowing, the birds are flying and the grass is green.
I sat quietly in the slow flow of time,
In a daze, listening to the sound of flowers stretching,
Butterflies always catch a glimpse when they fly by.
No matter how beautiful the flower is, it will be fleeting.
Life is like a flower, why not seize the beauty?
I'm looking for a wonderful clue to my fate.
Tightening or stretching?
If there is no love in spring, how can it be so beautiful?
Believe, hand in hand, happiness is not far away.
100% original, please accept. . .
In addition, the same O(∩_∩)O as Pisces!