Flowers in the corners of the corners
When spring comes
I choose small corners
After a spring rain
Grow your own attachments
Never compete with peonies
Only respect the feelings of the heart
Finally on the morning of a new day
Held out their own flowers
There is no colorful color
There is only one golden color
This is a gratitude to the sun
A magnificent song of life
Grows in small corners
Butterflies and bees didn't bother to pay attention to me
Don't laugh at the fragility of my branches
I live strongly with my posture
With this little flower
The corners become no longer lonely
I praised Dai Hua and applauded myself
Beautiful World: I've been here too
Falling flowers