What if the yellow flowers turn into green leaves, and the scorched flowers turn into colorful butterflies?
All the flowers have fallen, all the flowers have withered, waiting for another spring, but what if winter passes and spring comes? Repeating the tired cycle over and over again, monotonously opening, thanking, and opening without knowing why...
One thousand three hundred and seventy-three...
Human life.
Relatives and friends.
Now I have nothing.
When I wake up from a dream in the middle of the night, I feel frightened and haunted, and the past is vague. So what is it, and what is it if it is not?
Finally returning to a dream, where can I say desolation?
My heart has passed away with him, and there is no such person as Hua Ning today.
"Since you know you're going to separate, don't fall in love anymore. Wouldn't it be better to find someone you can be with and fall in love with?"
"Yeah... But it's difficult..."
There is one right in front of me, but I still want another far away.
I want friendship, I want family, I want love... I want it too.
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