I want to swap for a house with a courtyard garden.

Waking up in the morning, sitting on the balcony listening to the birds and breathing in the scent of flowers - what a beautiful life. These very beautiful courtyards must be their owners' Eden.

I "savored" every single photo carefully, and it was truly enjoyable! Next time I'm feeling down, I'll come look.

No delicate bloom, no sweet fragrance, yet I am still willing to keep watch for you.

In what way should I bloom so that I will not wither?

I have been quietly pondering a flower.

Being able to sit on that anti-corrosion wood chair every day and look at the flowers I carefully cultivated is such a happy and beautiful thing.

My home only has a balcony. Now that I see these beautiful gardens, I'm so conflicted. I want to swap houses!