In summer, the dewy white flowers at dawn are full of vitality.
In autumn, the silent daisies speak fragrant secret words.
Sixteen years old, summer, the season of flowers, the fallen flowers are flying under the blue crystal sky, the green grass grows wildly and condenses into a wall of smoke, leaning against the green carpet, looking up at the sky.
"That's great."
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"Then let it stay like this."
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"I'm giving you this large piece of dandelion. You can't dislike it."
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Intention: