Like lilies. Like her innate grace; Like her for being extraordinary and refined, restrained and implicit makings; The ones that like her to make people cherish sentimentally even more are plain and thin. Because like lilies, just like that " lily crying " of Sun Yue's: I am the lily crying in the vase, say good-bye to the earth, it is the cost which loves you. It is me in the eyes, sand of the last, I want gentle wiping too tearfully. I am in the vase, the lily crying, after being kissed lightly by you, the careless one is left, you are my mind, the deepest scar, let me understand, the drop that the love hates That winter, the unbending heart goes far gradually because ceaselessly quarrel and struggle enable two sensitively after all. The first time, you have had no intention of injuring me with the action that you spoke from the purpose; The first time, I used me the heaviest language injured you sedulously this life. In spring, come quietly in struggling and waiting like this. As you cast aside the miscellaneous public affair, hold in hands well great a bunch of lilies in full bloom appear in front of me, at that time, we gathered around tightly, the not disappearing again quickly of all, holy and pure lily, it is winter to magically change into the softness of heart. This time, we have already gone far gradually forever. Remember the lily, remember that day not leaving, I insert her clear glass ink cup completely carefully, do not bid farewell with her giving up, hope she is pure, quiet, freezes gracefully it is forever. In winter, it is not the season that the lily is blooming. The lily in the heart is in full bloom forever.
