According to ancient legend, if you can find a seven-petal snowflake, you can find the happiness you want. However, every time I stand on the empty and cold land of the ancient country...
I'm thinking of two people...
Dream, Wanwan. Meng disappeared, and Wanwan was dead.
Not Lin Xi, but a dream.
Dream, such a beautiful person, such a cruel name;
Dream, what a beautiful name, what a cruel person.
Life is an extension of dreams. In the mortal world, dreams have many directions. There are faint tears in dreams;
The dream of life is like a long road. In the mortal world, how much melancholy can be caused by lovesickness, leaving the wind and frost on your face.
Those lovesickness, cherry blossoms, snowflakes, feelings of death, loneliness, gardenia, decadence, waiting for tears, confusion, impetuousness, melody, scars, ripples, depression, withering, responsibility, shock and fetters...
I am always having a dream, and I keep having it over and over again...
There are always two trees and two people in dreams.
Cherry blossoms, gardenia, dream, Wanwan.
Meng stood under the cherry blossom tree, and under the gardenia tree, Wanwan stood gracefully...
The ground is piled with pure white snow, and the snow is covered with withered and yellowed corpses of cherry blossoms and gardenias. There was a thick and melancholy fog surrounding the place.
I wanted to get closer to them, but they were already far away...
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