The world has given me something
Three thousand acres of flowers
I only picked one.
Being with the spring wind
The world gave me something.
Thirty thousand acres of almond forest
I only picked a basket
Leave it to Hazel.
I was a meteor.
The light cuts through the sky.
I was a fountain.
The tinkling sound is dedicated to the valley
The world treats me with endless abundance.
It's so bustling. Pack me up.
Behind the gorgeous scene
It is the reshaping and presentation of a brilliant truth.
The Sea of Unpicked Flowers The Unpicked Almond Grove
It's my white sweep of the world.
Leave a space to send time to grow
The blink of a meteor.
Leaves a look of hope and love in my eyes
Love for shallowness and deepness is intertwined
Let the heart speak in a dream
Gratitude is a fine glass of wine.
Woven with contentment a warm dream in rainbow colors
The simplest thing is Park.
Consistency is filled with tenacity
The world is full of things. I smiled.
Write your own legends in eau de l'eau.