SONG OF FLOWERS
I am a kind word uttered and repeated. By the voice of Nature; I am a star fallen from the blue tent upon the green carpet.
I am the daughter of the elements with whom winter conceived; To whom Spring gave birth; I was reared in the lap of summer and I slept in the bed of autumn.
Under leaves so green
NO ROAD OF FLOWERS LEADS TO GLORY
I comfort myself like this: Although I am in the lowest place, seeing now flowers blossoming, I can always witness the romance when the petals fall down and fly in the wind.
FADING IS TRUE WHILE PAST
When every love comes to the end, if you look back, you will find flowers and sorrows, but it’s always beautiful.