A flower and a leaf one world

A flower and a leaf one world
Dawn at dawn.

The black dull sky is pushed out of a silk bright from some spouts, the star light withers crossing wildly.

The vault of heaven has no language.

I stroll and go in the rooftop balcony.

Stair kapok getting high head of mouth, towards sky, seem in struggle something on one's deathbed.

The chrysanthemum nearby dances in the lonely wind, the prayer trembling, is swept away withered mood, in the long expectation, burst forth the tearful smile.

Jade green sago palm and evergreen all the year round tree that flicker among wind, a proud one apparent to wave they tanacity of vitality.

The corner depths, a red plum is in full bloom, nobody knows.

There are those red, white, purple flowers, is for instance, working out silks like the unreal dream, chanting in a low voice and singing lightly.

A flower and a leaf one world!

My strong shock at this moment, forget those trifling worried memory.

There is no boundless drifting again, the ones that do not have quietly sleep again, suddenly, the ones that returned to the life became eternity naturally!  fashionlife99

The life even if so, transient, for a long time; Graceful, vulgar, there are meanings in which it exists, but only reducing to flying ashes and smouldering smoke when waved of snap of the fingers!

We can be chrysanthemums containing tears, and can be the plum in full bloom, can be the high evergreen tree too, burst forth one's own world.

How could be fully up to expectations, seek only to be worthy of the heart!