And when you finally walked by without a care It fell to the ground behind you My friend, those are not petals. It’s my withered heart * Source: 日月光华 bbs.fudan.edu.cn FROM:[Kitty Magic Garden] The Florentine poet Guido was a very serious man. This gentleman often hung around the tombs in the church. Studying medicine, he feels that it is more meaningful to think between death and marble. This heavy petrified image is closely related to the Renaissance of literature and art. The dandies who were looking for fun in the heyday were out of place. Obviously, no one wanted to see Mr. Guido’s serious face and attitude. The dandy boys deliberately blocked his way and said provocatively, "Guido, you ignore us. What do you think?" Who are you? You proved that God does not exist. So what can you do? This question was considered a top priority at the time. It was much heavier than Guido's thinking. Most people would simply admit that they are sinners when asked, but Guido's reaction was simply unexpected. He, who was usually solemn, actually pressed a tombstone, jumped briskly and walked away.