When you are in full blossom, people are lingering by your side, day or night, cloudy or drizzling.
You are always here, in your strong stature, through dark, wind and rain.
On day, you cannot take it anymore, falling to the ground and going by with the cold rain.
Who will throw a single glance at you?
Sighing under the steps of the passers-by, you dream of flying in the next spring.
Ah! Cold rain, could do nothing, but weep silently.
Written by Wang Zhimin, Photo by Wang Zhimin
Rewritten by Shen Yuxi
Edited by Hu Sijia
