The warm sun of blooming daisy flowers

The flower language of the little white daisy-the love buried in the heart…

But could this love really keep it in his heart? Even if he didn’t say it, even if he could deceive the other party, could he deceive his own heart?

Falling in love with you is my fault, but not loving you is a mistake I don’t want to make in my life. Who could see our love clearly? Who could understand our love…

How far is love? I can’t reach it even if I stretch out my hand. Is it really a distance, or are you unwilling to let me walk into your heart?

Thank you for your love, but I’m sorry, it’s not that I don’t want to but I can’t

We met eleven years ago, and our love that should have been childhood sweethearts was now defined as brother and sister.

The first time I held your hand was because I couldn’t choose, the second time I held your hand was because I wanted revenge, and the third time I held your hand was because I wanted to be with you for the rest of my life and never let go…

How long could the warm sunshine of the blooming daisy last? How much darkness could it drive away…