The flowers are blooming
The wind is coming
The flowers are not blooming
The wind is not coming
How could the butterflies and bees be absent
I had expected such a drama
But who can stop a flower from blooming
Even though it’s not the right time to bloom
Listen to the rumble of the wind around you
Look at the butterflies and bees whispering
You will never guess what they are talking about< /p>
Could it be that they are thinking about flowers?
There are also mosquitoes and flies
They are also suffering from pinkeye
This is indeed a strange flower.
No wonder we attract these uninvited guests
They are the same species
I’m not worried about this
Did you know
What I fear most is that you have been bewitched by them
You are so sensitive and fragile
The soil here has never been suitable for you
In fact It’s my fault too
I shouldn’t have revealed the secret of your bloom
So that they are all jealous of your beauty
I wish they could uproot you from me
< p> I take good care of youHow can I live up to this?
You are just dreaming
Maybe it is a sweet dream