Wilt.. not forget to fade 💐
The Flower's Answer
As time blows, but the splendor remains.
At certain times of life,
We may have looked at the relationship.
Or the happiness that used to be there.
Gradually change over time.
With the question in mind resounding.
Compete with the sound of the wind blowing
Why love used to be as beautiful as the first flower
So there are days to wilt...
The Answer Song of Flowers
Whisper and embrace the traumatized heart
We are often taught to stick to that.
True happiness and love.
Must last forever.
When the day came to face leave,
So the heart is full of suffering and giddiness.
Like a leaf swept by the wind without direction.
We repeatedly question why the best
To be with us only temporarily
But if we try to lend an ear to the sound of the wind,
The answer reflected back was simple.
But deeply. That's the word "time."
Time is not the culprit who takes happiness from us.
But time is the condition of everything on earth.
Time allows love to begin to produce leaves.
And time is the same thing.
That carries it to fall through the cycle.
The nature of flowers
Not born to bloom, defy the sun, rain forever
But born to give beauty to the world.
For a time, before returning the body to the ground,
This song is giving away the key to healing the heart.
That's telling us that.
That we've lost anything.
Doesn't mean that thing was never valuable.
Even it's just love that blooms for a short time.
Even ultimately had to end up leaving on leave.
But that doesn't negate the fact that
"How beautiful it used to happen and used to be."
Instead of focusing on the pain on the day the flowers fell,
Let's change the perspective to preserving that petal.
In the form of memories.
Because in the area of memory...
Love will never be intact.
And it will always continue to bloom inside our hearts.
After all,
We may not stop flowers from wilting.
Just as it can't stop the clock of leaving the donkey.
But what we can do is thank you for once this flower
Used to bloom in our hearts
Change sadness from loss.
It's good luck that we used to love.
Because maybe
The value of love
Probably not measured at length.
But the temple is beautiful
At the time it bloomed.






























