She came with the wind like a white flower,
The veil of memory melts in bright eyes.
Bright colors, such as Chardonnay, add up in the sunset.
The shy buds are picturesque and sprout among the stars.
Overlapping fireworks, how to outline your innocence,
How can sweet and greasy bean paste taste the fragrance of your orchid?
That childhood game, how to answer your smiling tears,
How can tall and straight green trees find your falling flowers ...
The flower of memory, without the friction of years,
Small seeds, blooming in hope,
Buds to be released, struggling in the mud,
Nostalgic fragrance caresses faint scars.
The flower in memory is the most beautiful one.
When I was a child, I laughed like a flower and collapsed with the wind.
Whose tears are like rain.
(The content is really strange ... I can't help but think of the anime "That Flower" when I see this name. Please look at it. Sorry, one's fingers itch)