Flowers are quietly blooming,
Unfortunately, there is no sound.
One person,
Lying quietly on the grass,
Look at the sky,
Let the thoughts flow,
Is there anyone in the distance,
Staring into the distance?
Stars are scattered all over the sky,
Blink,
Telling the mysteries of the universe,
I share it with them.
Bit by bit in the flower season.
Heartache is the witness of youth.
Like a bud,
Full of doubts about the world,
Full of expectation and curiosity.
Despite the storm,
But there is also sunshine,
And the protection of green leaves.
The moment I turned around, the flowers bloomed!
Listen, did you hear that?
That's the sound of flowers,
There was laughter, laughter and crying. ...