In the reincarnation three hundred years ago, the dead wood becomes spring again;
The love that goes against heaven will eventually turn into smoke;
If leaving you is the only way to keep you safe, then I don't seek to study Buddhism and enlightenment, or become a fairy;
I will spend my whole life watching your flowers bloom.
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