From the very beginning, we should have known that, this garden does not belong to us.

Drowned in the beauty of the pure crystal petal, we let go the rationality, without realizing that this ladder has never lead us to the heave. Nourishing with sweat, we are all waiting for the day of blossom. And the day comes. The white and nodding flowers are dancing in the wind with the fragrance melting around, leaving us nothing but peace and comfort.

Yet storm always hides behind the bright sunshine. All of a sudden, the brutal wind blew away all the fragile petals, like a knife piercing our hearts, roaring at us with a contempt. Should we feel sad? However, from the very first place, we should have known that none of the petal, the flower, the fragrance belongs to us. So what if let it go, even though we do not have the heart to leave all these years' sweat in vain?

Indeed, all the pain is caused by irrationality and emotionality.