C472 Garbage System

Flowers, flowers, flowers, flowers, flowers, all over the place. The soft strands of hair fluttered in the spring pavilion, and the falling cotton lightly dipped into the silk curtain.

Her daughter cherished the spring breeze, and she was filled with sorrow and helplessness. She used her hand to remove the flower hoe from the silk curtain and endured the falling flowers to come and go