Self-blooming flowers

Whether it is day or night,

I will be fragrant in the invisible space.

You smell my taste,

But do not necessarily know me,

Not necessarily what you like,

But that's my taste.

Whether it is the sun or haze,

I will bloom in time,

Not for you,

Nor is it for those who want to push me enough children,

But to belong to my taste.

Your picking,

Can not stop me gradually flooding,

Until there is no Sentimental.

Your nostalgia,

Nor is it the reason for my bloom,

I'm just for my taste,

Can drift in that free wind.

If you go back,

May find how short my bloom is,

Short to you do not understand what is withered,

I have withered.

If you are big enough,

Will be inadvertently found,

That slowly stretch,

In fact, it is not my beautiful Rui Lei,

But in the swaying of my unique taste.

You do not like it,

Do not necessarily know,

But that's my taste,

Only for the freedom of the wind.

Even the dust in the wind,

Will render me,

It is only in the rendering of your sense of smell,

And I'm still me,

Whether it is day or night,

I will be fragrant in the invisible space.

I'm not afraid of the raindrops,

It is only you feel the lonely,

For me is a baptism,

Whether it is the sun or haze

I will bloom in time ...