Flowers bloom on the other side, flowers bloom on the other side. A misplacement of reincarnation, a fleeting distance, time pouring in, and they don't hesitate to miss each other. The melodious eternal tunes above Huadu are the meandering and overlapping lost keys. Loneliness swirls, leaving only the melody of fingertips dancing alone, flowing in the past. I once met you in that paradise full of white Hibiscus flowers. The smile on your unstained face is still familiar even though the memory is fleeting. Transparent butterflies pass by, gently telling me how much you miss me, but I can no longer touch your face. In the past life, I watched the mandala fall for a thousand years, and in this life, I watched the flowers bloom on the other side for a thousand years. Your gentle smile for a moment is the loneliness I have been waiting for for a hundred years.
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