The once ignorant campus love left behind a lavender dream. When you have it, you always think it is so ordinary, but when you lose it, you understand its beauty.
The autumn wind has wiped away the face of spring, but it can't scatter the shadow of memory. All the smoke of the past has been transformed into poetry by the years, and is placed in this autumn dream. The breeze quietly passes by the ear, whispering your name and the silent promise. The mottled branches and shadows also set off waves of longing at this time, repeating the violet flower language: eternal love.
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