On the way back to my apartment,
an old lady, who was taking care of
her flower bed, talked to me
in a gentle voice.
I thought she was a little older than I.
“Hi, look at these lovely flowers of mine,
please!
I like this flower so much.
I like its color.
I like the way it blooms.
It blooms sweetly and vigorously.
![](https://blogimg.goo.ne.jp/user_image/35/e0/3deb9f79ffda023b040109f1809bd197.jpg)
For me, raising flowers is something to live for.”
What a kind and cheerful lady she was!
Talking with her made me happy and cheerful.
I had a good day, Lady!
an old lady, who was taking care of
her flower bed, talked to me
in a gentle voice.
I thought she was a little older than I.
“Hi, look at these lovely flowers of mine,
please!
I like this flower so much.
I like its color.
I like the way it blooms.
It blooms sweetly and vigorously.
![](https://blogimg.goo.ne.jp/user_image/35/e0/3deb9f79ffda023b040109f1809bd197.jpg)
For me, raising flowers is something to live for.”
What a kind and cheerful lady she was!
Talking with her made me happy and cheerful.
I had a good day, Lady!