Peony, the big crimson one, is the national color.
The peony bottle and red hands reflected his gray aura compellingly.
It turns out that the man would also say such words through gritted teeth; it turns out that the man has been waiting for me beside the peony for half his life; it turns out that his first and final dream is actually so close and within reach.
After all the eternity, everything will return to dust, and we will become the blue birds, carrying each other to the end of the world, as if we were born in the wild.
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