Ten years is enough to crush all high spirits and tear apart all emptiness and resignation.
Ten years is enough time for me to touch in detail the helpless pride under your cynicism, and for you to slowly discover the depth of forbearance under my gentleness and respect.
Once I grow old in front of the flowers, I am confused between life and death in ten years. The plum tree in front of the court blooms every year and then withers quickly. The person in my heart always turns around, but it doesn't matter.
The red will fade and the flowers will grow old. It's not that I don't know, I just want to use the rouge color between my fingers to paint a spring for you. For the rest of my life, we will cuddle up to each other for warmth and see all the prosperity.
The war is raging and the people are in dire straits. I can't just survive and protect myself. I just want to use my whole body to miss you, pity you and love you in the only way I can.
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