This feeling of self-pity stems from the conflict between her truth and reality, and the final collapse is largely due to her fragility. If a person places all his hopes on others, not himself, and has so many demands, it will never be realized. . .
Lyrics: the woman swaying in the world of mortals, the woman swaying gently in the wind, only hope that a pair of gentle hands can soothe my inner loneliness. I have a flower in bud in my heart, and I am eager to wait for someone who has a dream. Women's flowers swaying in the world of mortals, swaying gently in the wind, only hope that a pair of gentle hands can soothe my inner loneliness. I have a flower full of flowers. Who will really look for fragrant flowers? There is a flower in my heart. No one knows the truth and love. Weeds are everywhere on the hillside. The most painful thing is that women's flowers sway in the world of mortals. Women's flowers are swaying gently in the wind. I only hope that a pair of gentle hands can soothe my inner loneliness. Women's flowers are swaying gently in the world of mortals. If you smell the flowers, don't ask me who they are for. If you know it, you will know its wine when you are drunk, and the flowers will bloom and fall. Women don't stay like spring breeze, flowers are like dreams.