The red she loved and hated the most swallowed her up.
The red rose beds remain the same;
The golden sunshine of the morning is still the same;
The clear, transparent dew remains as ever;
The white wicker chairs and wicker tables are still the same;
The little Chinese red house remains the same;
The fiery red piano with perfect tone and embossed roses is still the same;
The messy dressing room with red and black as the main color is still the same as before. ． ． ． ． ．
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Yes, everything. ． ． But things have changed and people have changed. ． ．
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