Pinellia flowers, itself.
Dandelion in the wind of the end of the world
Life be beautiful like summer flower, helpless flower falls, only a dream city.
In the flowers, pinellia, blossom youth, a grain of sand, a flower, a picture.
Something is difficult to distinguish is true or not, some
Love, just let it go
Petals rain falling, is our marriage gauze, flowers, love flowers, not flowers drunk.
Said the sweet nothings, easiness is a fairy tale, is a myth, ever told me was a lie