Flowers are in bloom
Neither wind nor rain can stop it
The beautiful fireworks are artificially gorgeous
The anticipation of flowers in the flow of time
But it is a real flow of life
We are afraid that the sun will burn us
Black eyes
But when we turned our backs on her
Bursts of warmth melt the ice inside
The cold and lonely night
It is no longer an insoluble puzzle
Because with a warm experience
Understand that there is another kind of life
A life of your own is good
Might it be better to do it another way?