Roses stained with blood weep like songs, reincarnated and cursed for thousands of years.
Lily was in love with the world and was obsessed with it, but she disappeared at the end of the world, and she could do nothing after seven years of life and death.
Tea flowers bloom in a sad and troubled world, and the end follows the other. Who knows that the place of death is not the afterlife.
The cherry blossoms have been dusted for seven days, and their prosperity is gone. I write a book of laughter and forgetfulness.
"Many times, when I try my best to chase something, I finally catch it. In addition to being exhausted, what I get is also broken.
People must know how to give up. "
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