A bright purple eye, for whom is the secret fragrance for? Writing greetings, the brocade among the flowers is endless. When the swallows come back, bringing with them the colorful flowers of spring, they send out a note of exquisite thoughts. I am grateful for all the gifts in the fleeting years, and my peace is filled with warmth. Let it grow according to the gentleness folded by the years, into a tree with eternity.