The fallen flowers in the yard were blown away by the wind, and the Magpie began to cry. It began to rain at
dusk, and after it stopped, the moonlight climbed up the treetop. It's good that time passes like this.
Flowers fall, I still have the voice of flowers in my heart. One, one, falling gently in the mountains. Because you
want to be a flower, you feel that spring leaves you; If you are spring, you will never leave, there will
always be flowers.
Everyone has his own forest, maybe you have never been, but it is there, always there, lost people lost,
meet people will meet again. Mountain is gentle, fog is gentle, cherry blossom is gentle, heart is
the starting point of all tenderness, I would like to always keep all this gentle mood.