Fifty thousand years of love and hate, more or less fragmented and endless. Who is sinking the past for you? Who cut off the roots of love for you? Who has stayed with you for fifty thousand years? Who puts on the wedding dress for you? Who will save you from eternal disaster? A life of ups and downs, regardless of the past and future, or the cause and effect of life. God is ruthless, why is fate so important? After waiting for tens of millions of years, will everything burn down in the end, or will there be peace? The flowers bloom and fade, and finally they fall into pieces and go with the wind. In the end, the flowers don't know who will be waiting for them if they love each other for a lifetime.
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