She is an ordinary high school student
He is the great prince who pursues imperial power
A dream lasts for a thousand years, and flowers bloom in the dream.
Catching the shadow of the wind, writing wishes on white paper, sending acacia beans, and giving red silk hairpins.
How many years later. He dies.
A piece of white paper told her all the promises in the past, a red bean told her all the past and present, and a red hairpin told her about the changes in the world.
This is just a dream, a dream that lasts for a thousand years.
But, in reality, it's very simple to pry open the floor and find out what's inside.
A few red beans, a straw ring and a piece of white paper.
A piece of mist blooms from the heart.
Time passes. Walking alone on the street where no one rubs anyone's shoulder.
Suddenly, a figure jumped up.
She smiled, knowing who it was. Walk by without looking back.
She knows that what should come will come back, and what should go will leave. There is nothing left for us to stay, and we are at a loss as to what to do.
So, wait patiently for the next one,
Tears met.
When the time comes, a cup of tea and a broken flower will tell you in the most hazy and clear way the flower called ours in your dream.
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