Daisy
What's so sad about it? You could have held your head high and stood tall Under the all-embracing blue sky. In this vast world, You also have a small piece of heaven and earth In the breeze, rain and dew, the branches and leaves stretch out as they wish. The small flowers bloom like lotus seeds Round and pure white, beautiful and full, When the flowers wither, autumn has already passed. What is there to be sad about? The sun is so kind, it moistens the mud with deep affection Although it has not produced mature fruits But you have the roots to expand the universe.