Postcards from the Spring of Ironclad Insects
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Large severe OOC warning Towards the east, the wind is blowing. I didn't see it. Facing the rain and stepping on the leaves, I didn't hear it When I raised my head, I thought there would be a rainbow She never showed up at the seaport Carrying the empty bottle is still nowhere to make a wish Warm winter, no snow, only fallen leaves That's a postcard returned in the spring You once said that letting me fly is your wish I also promised to fulfill the wish I made with an empty bottle At that time, the wind was blowing and the petals were fluttering The flowers of tea you sent spread all over the mountains and plains When the dream becomes more and more clear You and I are getting farther and farther away day by day When all this has passed, times have changed I pursue the sweet fragrance of the tea garden in my memory But picked up our withered faces Only then did I discover the floral fragrance on your fingertips It's an eternal moment of happiness It's an empty bottle, the wish I made
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