Postcards from the Spring of Ironclad Insects
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Large severe OOC warning The wind is blowing eastward I didn't see the rain I was stepping on the leaves I didn't hear raising my head I thought there would be a rainbow out to the sea She never appeared Carrying the empty bottle Still nowhere to make a wish The warm winter has no snow Only fallen leaves That is the postcard returned from spring You once said that letting me fly is your wish and promised to fulfill my empty bottle wish At that time, the wind was blowing the petals. The tea flowers you sent filled the mountains and fields. When the dream became clearer and clearer, you and I were drifting apart day by day. When all this had passed, I pursued the sweetness of the tea garden in my memory, but picked up our withered faces. Only then did I realize that the fragrance of flowers on your fingertips was happiness. The eternal moment was an empty bottle of the wish I made.
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