That blush
It is the ultimate temptation of life.
The rose-colored petals resemble the red veil of a fairy
The dust is not stained
Holy and immaculate.
Slightly open petals
A shy boudoir woman
Jaw pulse.
Upright stem
Standing like a lotus flower
Yellow flower buds
Flying bees and butterflies suck on the honey.
The refreshing floral fragrance fills the air
It's long and long.
Light aroma
Skimmed slightly
Enough to make people have the desire to follow the incense.
Marriage, that is a prosperous year that refuses to end
A flower that blooms out of the wilderness
That's home for the weary birds.
It was a day of rising smoke
It is a firework of chai rice oil and salt.
But love is a surreal existence
Only to be chased and loved by so many people
But it is often drowned in the noise of pots and pans.
Maybe tired
Maybe bored
The flame of longing to regain life
So plunge into the hot love and fresh stimulation
With a kind of self-redemption tragedy
Challenge your destiny
Breaking through the fences of marriage.
It's like poppy beckoning
How many foolish hearts have been swayed.
All people, all of it
They are all completely skinned, no longer what they were.
Like a poppy, it blooms on the body
Where it is red and swollen, it is as bright as a peach blossom
When it festers
Beautiful as cheese.
![Yoshiko Kawashima – The Evil Poppy[fig]](data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAP///wAAACwAAAAAAQABAAACAkQBADs=)