以前搞得抽象诗歌

开始改写文字了：

In this garden, my tears welled up with regret......

I lost my mind, and my life is like a swing.

I have lots of feelings to say, but in the obsolete garden,

I can't say anything.

incarnadine flowers blooming, I can't see anything alive.

except this butterfly.

在这个花园里，我的泪水因遗憾而涌出......

我失去了理智，我的生活就像秋千。

我有很多感情要说，但在那古色古香的花园里，

我什么也说不出来。

化身花盛开，我看不到任何活物。

除了蝴蝶。

for Concealed Garden