The wind is blowing gently, ignoring the faint sadness in my heart. The wound has not healed yet. I wonder how long the wind will blow.? Leaves fall silently, the wind passes without trace, who will pick the clouds on the horizon? Who will embroider the crimson sunset?? Let the fragrance of flowers flow in my heart, let the clouds change in my eyes and inside, let the setting sun crush the microwave inside in my heart lake.. But who can see through, all the beauty is the floating clouds of life, all the dreams are the scenery without ending, all the imagination is how much vicissitudes of life Flower in the Wonderland knows. The former beauty lingered in the heart lake, but the scenery of the world had already been seen through, leaving a broken heart in tears. inside was sad and lost, leaving a beautiful dream in the heart lake, sad and mild.!