Did anyone noticed?Like a daisy blooming,In the middle of the field,When summer came along.
Being watched by heaven,
Warmness are spreaded around;
As life goes on,
Following the gentle wind.
Soon summer will be over,
The colours in the field,
Will it dissapear;
Leaving nothing behind?
Even paradise isnt forever,
Though the beauty cant be compared;
But the view in minds are forever,Like a painting of them.