will someday a bucket of baby breath lied on my vase?
greets me thousand smiles every second they blooms
tied the smell of happiness all my single breathe
and notes me not to be friend with any blue tears.
one day
in a yellow morning
i will find the gardener
with sincere smile to every weakness i had
whom collect me those beautiful thing
whether it's rainy or shiny
no worry to be soaked,
this umbrella still fits us together
in the garden of white grins
just let me embrace the yellow
to be brought someday
in a big dwelling we have
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