C60 One Bow to Buddha

You say you love cloves because your name is her, what a melancholic flower, a sentimental person...

When the flower wilts, when the scene is fixed, what a delicate flower!

But it can't escape the wind and rain.

Floating and swaying your life, how many beautiful and woven dreams, just like that, you leave in such a hurry, leaving me with a lifetime of concern..