B (做作装写诗版)

Of the blessings in life,
Some deep footprints they carve,
Some just a few traces they leave,
But others they hardly leave anything at all.

Of the gratitude in life,
Some out loud they are spoken,.
Some deep inside they are buried,
But others through glamorous happenings and precious creations
They manifest themselves.

Oh, all these flowers of life,
Some like tulip they charm,
Some like lily they delight,
But others they hardly do anything at all.

Some people they admire
Some people they sow
And some people they reap.
But others just don’t really care at all

Hey, you flowers of life,
Each of you is quietly beckoning to us
With your sweet fragrance.