After forty or fifty years, when we are all old and can no longer carry you, let's hold each other's arms and go see the flowers together.
I won't be my prince, and you won't be your hero. We will just be an ordinary couple, staying together forever, okay?
Now I have braided three hundred and sixty-five pieces of dogtail grass. Why are you still unwilling to forgive me?
Shhh, listen. It's the wandering flowers that bloom, and when the wind passes, it's like you are smiling lightly in my ears.
Various mysteries are confusing, and various emotions are soul-stirring. The author takes you to see a period of prosperity in the world.
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