(Hypocritical version)
Lonely people, lonely flowers bloom in clumps, and forgetfulness is replaced by a gentle face. There are clumps of flowers blooming on the street, and the young man is charming among the flowers. The orioles are flying, the grass is growing, the willows are brushing against the embankments, and the spring scenery is beautiful. Even if you are ruthlessly abandoned, you cannot be ashamed. I have lived a glitzy world, encountering beautiful scenery on the way, and I don't hate knowing it. My heart has been given to me, and I can't complain. From now on, my heart is like still water, without ripples or ripples, and we have nothing to do with each other.
(Rough version)
When you meet it, you feel sad; when you forget it, it stops the water.
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