The path of flowers stretches
on endlessly, yet my memories cannot go beyond that day
The memory of the past lingers in my mind
Wiping
away the tears welling up in her eyes, she searched for a spot with a pleasant scent
I gaze endlessly at the falling
petals above the swollen buds.
The sky is
so dazzling, and the child in the photo looks as if he’s both smiling and crying.
