It is not my flower, I only just passing through its flourish.

　　I am a person who loves to travel,

　　One day while I was walking,

　　Saw a flower,

　　Very beautiful,

　　I take it off,

　　Its dead,

　　I am sad,

　　......

　　Then I know it's not my flower,

　　I just happened to be passing through it in full bloom.