a forever friend

The flower blooms and falls again
When the elm leaf plum gets on the end of the branch, the bottom of heart still has and joyful in the future, the petal of the powder of rose is in full bloom, that is in full bloom, let person's heart aroused in interest sympathize with, this's the grinding delicately of spring, just in the spring breeze, petal of it wither yet, fly to with the wind, where does it disappear without a trace, this delicate to it grinds to be so transient, is sobing in that wind perhaps the sound that it says good-bye to?

It is the bright and beautiful the fresh and beautiful can the severalth,drift difficult to be seek one day. The flower blooms and falls, also how many silly daughters hoe to spread the tears in the handle flower in vain? How many slices the petal withering under the tree has had only, has remainder disappeared and has been buried by those silly daughters is it possible that? Circle, deep red pearl grass bury,cuplife spend with the wind day?

Can't permit sad and drearily, when the petal descends slowly and lightly, the green branch and leaf begins to be prosperous, covered with the end of the branch rapidly, is leading people to move towards another late spring and midsummer, but those over lives in full bloom, are unusually amazed by and burst forth on my bottom of heart in the twinkling of an eye gaudily, will never wither and frustrate, just sound that this flower blooms and falls again, will turn into notes surged, beating my heart.