那一季的落花已随流水一同逝去不知泪的成味是否冲淡了花儿的野性与傲气只散发一如泥土的香气你永远不会知道花开的时候我曾在雨中疯狂地等你又到花开时我已是一朵赢弱的小花孤独却虔诚地站立在这里只愿在你踩踏过我身躯的瞬间给你的背影留下余香纵使你不经意地离开然后我忘了 The season’s falling flowers have already gone with the water. The smell of tears dilutes the wildness and arrogance of the flowers. Only the fragrance of the soil is distributed. You will never know that I spent the rain in the rain waiting for you to go to the flowers. At the time of opening, I was already a weak and lonely flower, standing alone and devoutly here. I only wished to leave a fragrant fragrance for your back when you stepped on me. Even if you leave inadvertently, then I forget.