盈盈一水间

A lathy white scar below my left knee could date back to almost twenty years ago. The temptation from cumquats lured me into rosebushes, and their thorns marked me for the rest of the life.

Now we are in another season for roses. Every April and May, glorious roses in bright sunshine are as prosperous as brocades. However, things of good quality are easy to fade, and those flowers upon which I once laid my eyes wither one after another, so are the accompanies and the once vivid memories.

Nice and light-hearted things go beyond with the wind quickly. Long live only the bloody and terrible scars.

感时花溅泪。写了比较伤感的东西。

英文是刻意补上去的，因为……这个模板配英文很好看。