as they bloom,
then fade and wither away.
these blooming words
they are beautiful,
with that ephereal beauty of midnight stars.
and they are ephemeral, like what we see in life.
we tend not to notice the little words.
the shortness of life.
a year seems so long to us...
but in the end, it seems that our life was too short.
[at least, it was short, but also sweet.]