As soon as the flower blooms, the world trembles gently.
A thought rises and falls, and the edge of the dust gently wraps around the fingers,
All things have affection, only flowers know how to linger and compassionate.
Morning dewdrops, tear-like crystal clear,
The night moonlight, as bright and flawless as a smile.
This situation and this scene are like a dream and hard to get again,
Only flowers, whispering their hearts' wishes.
The wind blows, the petals rain one after another,
The fragrance is overflowing, the heart is hesitant, and a piece of melancholy is picked up.
This situation and this scene are picturesque and difficult to meet again,
Only thoughts, like shadows, stay in the heart forever.
Flowers bloom and fall, it is the covenant of heaven and earth,
Origin and extinction are all the wheels of fate.
In a thought, everything is new,
One flower and one world, the universe in the heart, infinitely extended.
Every flower is a microcosm of the world,
Every thought is the trajectory of fate.
In this flowery world,
We take poetry as the pen and paint dreams as the chapter,
Writing, a flower and a world, a thought and a dust.
Flowers begin and flowers fall,
All are fate, all are fixed numbers.
Origin and extinction, like a dream like a bubble,
In a single thought, everything is endless.
A flower and a world, a thought and a quiet,
Hidden in the heart, everything is in everything,
A thousand flowers bloom, a thousand times the world,
One flower, one world, one thought, one universe.
In this starry night sky,
A flower and a world, a thought and a light,
There is love and hope in the heart,
One flower, one world, one thought, one day.