Dust returns to dust, dust returns to dust, the cherry blossoms fall, but they are nothing in the end; love is clear, hate is also bitter, looking across the horizon, where the heart is broken.
She searched hard for three lives, but all she got in exchange was that he still remembered and loved her, which was enough. She wanted to forget but was firmly grasped in her heart. She had a heart lock that could not be opened, and he was the key. That was destined to never open her heart again.
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