When people like me;

I'm a pretty flower,

Take it off and hold it in the palm of your hand,

But I'm afraid I'll wither and fall.

When people don't like me;

I'm a weed,

Uproot me and get rid of me.

Because I was born in the land of men,

There are flower lives and grass lives.

Whether people like me or don't like me can't be food for people.

Why should you care about me?

This flower,

This grass,

Nature!

Take me back to nature!

Don't leave me in the human race.

Chapter 725 of "Dream Now Flying" It's a flower and a little grass It's in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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