"I want to write a book of poems about you."
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The rainy season.
Two whole weeks of rain should make rust appear in the eyes of even the most indifferent person.
The moist and sticky wind carried the aroma of grapefruit flowers and rolled into the door of the classroom. Looking out from the open door is Midori locked by the railings. Some feelings that invade in quiet moments are like an elusive fragrance, like water vapor that evaporates the next moment, like...
A tear escaped from the eye.
As soon as I closed my eyes, everything disappeared.
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"I want to capture you and capture every moment I feel with you."
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Fang Min×Xing Qian
Concept: The moon reincarnates over and over again, carrying a bouquet of roses