淡淡的哀伤,轻轻的诉说,让人忍不住去倾听、去幻想、去回忆。倔强的花儿努力地绽放,静静地等待爱情的来临。谁都知道爱会受伤、会痛,可是花儿怎能没有芬芳,蝴蝶怎愿没有翅膀,即使受伤也是义无反顾,如同飞蛾扑火,是宿命, A touch of sad, gently tell, people can not help but to listen, to fantasy, to memories. Stubborn flowers bloom hard, quietly waiting for the advent of love. Everyone knows that love will hurt and hurt, but how can flowers without fragrance, butterflies would not have wings, even if the injury is hesitant, as moths flames, is fate,