[Wen Ye] Dazai so you cry too

The wind is very noisy today, and the pink petals are blowing with the wind, just like the beauty of a geisha, gorgeous but short-lived.

You have come again, and you have brought another flower.

fool, you know what?Never give obscure but sincere love to that person who doesn't know the language of flowers.You didn't get that answer afterwards, not because she said no, but because she didn't know.

But I know, I am the child of a flower shop owner, how could I not know the language of flowers.

Perhaps they once had beautiful stories, but stories are stories after all.How commercial the flower language is, it is completely a product of capital infiltration.Flowers are flowers, and they are endowed with so many meanings, isn't it just to extract money from people.

Today you brought a camellia, a white camellia.It has been cut off the branches and leaves, leaving only the most beautiful part.From a distance, it looks like it has been carved out bit by bit by craftsmen, and placed on the soft cushions covered by glass cabinets, it is a luxury item specially sold to the ladies.

Such a good quality has not been seen for many years.If Father still existed, it should be in our flower shop.Only by watering with blood and fertilizing the soil with meat can such beautiful flowers be cultivated.There is no shortage of such materials in the slums, what is lacking is the courage to dig them out of the soil.This is what my father called the waste utilization principle.

I still remember that many years ago, I gave you one.That flower was left over, and was rated as waste by my father, but I cherish it very much.

Oh, right!What is the flower language of the white camellia?

should……

It should be [pure and innocent, how can you underestimate my love]

The camellia falls whole on the ground, and the petals wither slowly one by one until life returns to dust.Isn't this withering way very similar to the attitude of people pursuing those ideal partners?

Aji, Aji.Are you here to disgust me?

You know very well that how can a person like me be worthy of innocence.Most importantly, do you know love?You don't even know what the meaning of life is, do you still know this shit love?

Love has a shelf life, and when the time comes, the label will be torn off and thrown into the trash can.The ideal is a kite towed by a shear.No matter how you chase it, it will dance with the wind, and finally fall to the ground and be trampled by people.

So no one will ever get true love, let alone you and me.