Three feet of white silk fluttered among the blood-red petals, hanging on the cherry blossom stand. Close your eyes silently, and let the last tear fall. He will destroy his fragrance and die by himself. I hope someone will bury me. Flowers fly and fall. At this moment. There is only one kind of flower fragrance in the whole world, for one person. Entering the most splendid point of life, and also the most decadent point, there is no reservation, just like love and death, life passes away, as quiet as a flower tune, no one knows, the flower in life, if it wants to be preserved for a long time, it will eventually wither, the sea water is blue and the prosperity ends, as clear as before.
The flowers in the mirror, the moon in the water, and the wind pass by without a trace, empty and empty...
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