How hard do you live
Who knows
A small old root red maple
Unique bonsai without flowering
You want to stretch your desire at will
In an open and unobstructed space
But it was imposed
Sacrificed his original intention
The exclamation of others
Drown the figure you call
In the days without wind and rain
Red is a kind of vanity
Until that day comes
Your pain has broken the shackles of the plate
Life is tottering
To attract attention