Walk past a mud puddle, on it is a wild chrysanthemum flower. It's petals has open, beside it growing new seedlings. In front is a row of bamboo shoots, a farmer living alone in his shed.
Three vegetables plots and three padi fields, growing vegetables and flowers.
Heavy rain keeps pouring down, there's a big puddle on the ground. Grown beautifully and swaying gently, wild chrysanthemum became a water flower. A Wild chrysanthemum...a wild chrysanthemum, is this your home? Is This where you belongs to? It gently shakes its head, this is not my home. Where is your home then?
Swaying gently in the wind, my home is somewhere under the sky. Where is your home then?
Somewhere between the high mountains and thick clouds, searching for it in my dreams..................
Which i realised my life is like the flow and tide of the ocean....Never ever will stay calm and stable.....
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