The previous two weeks….

The beautiful flower finally

Now can be withered

Or can be gay

The poison bee has gone away

Vanished in the air

The beautiful flower finally

Dare to say what’s inside

Because the night has come

To get the lavish outcome

And the morning breeze

Ends it all, thru the line

Break all the knots

That is fragile after all

And I know that he doesn’t even care at all….

Vale.