Wilt pallid petals

A cherish blossom emerge,
Now it’s like the blossom already diverse,
Where does it go?
Is it been buried under the down low?

The blossom relish when the bug is near,
Waiting for the bug step on the next gear,
But the bug taut on the same spot,
Is it waiting for the blossom to put a dot?

Bug flies away to its dreamland,
Leaving blossom cleaning its own pants,
Pledge that it will take blossom to bliss,
Suddenly blossom heart is pleased.

Abruptly come to the mind of the pallid blossom,
Saying that it want to eat dim-sum,
Swiftly everyone think,
Maybe the time will come to its ding.

Today the petals already wilt on the ground,
Finding glue to match it back around,
Everything is just a waste of time,
The only thing left is the blossom can only mime.

The bug still luxuriate itself there,
Forgetting the blossom who come to death,
Closing it eyes while the petal wilt,
Blossom can’t stand being weak.

The story of this wilts pallid petals coming to end,
It just don’t want the bug making her dam,
Blossom life getting pale,
It’s all because of the bug male.



-Me-