The countless blooms adorning the branches are trees are an enthralling tableau showcasing the beauty of spring. Those who have a neverending desire for such beauty will eventually broach a taboo. For whom do the ephemeral flowers bloom?
My mother is ill.
أمي مريضة
Meine Mutter ist krank.
Ma mère est malade.
Mia mamma è malata.
Minha mãe está doente.