The flowers are blooming on their ground

With wonderful colours that could be found.

But all of them will finally fade

As calendar run to the end of May.

As beauties always fade away fast,

Romantic stories are hardly last;

It suddenly come here, suddenly lay;

Love is not (a thing) for who can pray.

Our life is earnest and time is fleeting

Meaningful targets are waiting for seeking

Do not indulge yourself with love

And loss the success that ought to achieve

Regret me that I can’t accept your heart

Though you are so handsome and pretty smart

What I want isn’t a branch of flower

But a real man who have his own power.