Remember That Time under the Flowers
by Two Pounds Of Salt Is Not Salty
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She looked at the tall figure through the afterglow of the setting sun. The wind blew the fallen flowers and fluttered on the broad shoulders. She wanted to lean on it. She just wished that she would not be like a petal in this life, drifting with no return, following the direction of the wind, free but rootless. She had never even seen that face clearly, and it might be forever to say goodbye to him. No one knows how she lived for more than ten years and how she spent every cold night with difficulty. Until he appeared, she vaguely saw a glimmer of light in her chaotic world. She wanted to reach out and hold him tightly, but she was afraid of being abandoned again. But he said: From the first time I saw you, I knew that you were the flower I lost hundreds of years ago...
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