The flowers are in full bloom and the smoke and dust have passed. How much do you know? That encounter, that parting song. Begonia is still delicate and beautiful, but her black hair has been stained with frost. The waiting at the end, the despair that I have never experienced before. My despair is as endless as your expectations. Infatuated and disappointed. After years of waiting, you finally failed that relationship. It's not that I don't complain, but I love you too much and care too much. When the tea is gone and the flowers are gone, things and people are no longer the same. We can never go back to the past. In the fleeting years, we held hands and promised to grow old together. I'm afraid that when I fall asleep late at night, you will live and die in my dreams and never see me again.
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