They’re a special kind of flowers and plants often appeared in my childhood, which shine as the stars of heaven. In my childhood memory, my little cousin with me were stung by bees because we sucked honey from them. Recently I probably connect to grief too much, so I've been dreaming about being in the garden with my lovely granny. When I stand under the tree, I can't help recalling my childhood, which time can never come back to me. I was forced to take on the adult world from the age of 12, so how precious those childhood days were to me.