The shadow of life — so beautiful yet fragile — It’s so sea when a beautiful flower withers in a vase. It doesn’t belong there. Its place is in the yard, the park or the forest. I find it really sad.
The shadow of life — so beautiful yet fragile — It’s so sea when a beautiful flower withers in a vase. It doesn’t belong there. Its place is in the yard, the park or the forest. I find it really sad.