Flowers and Leaves
it's hot, it's cold, it's love and it's pain. There is always a feeling of stagnation. It's blue, it's red, and it's empty. You can't escape this life again. One flower, one le 或 one light and one thick. There is always a world in our hearts' beat. One understanding, one mystery, one difierence and the same. Just not every single, just not every dream. How free and turbulent the day and night can be tolerated by everything like water with delight. The stars can't contend fbr the brightness of the moon, but they are still alone and eternal tonight. If there must be such silence, There are bound to be endless, and there are bound to be ups and downs that seem to be the same. The old and the new are bom again. 57
