I often have the same dream. In the dream, I return to the happiest and most comfortable time of my childhood. On the hillside behind my grandma's house, thousands of pear blossoms are blooming in the wind like white snow. My friends and I are playing in the forest, lying under the trees and looking at the blue sky through the gaps in the branches.
After adulthood, I am surrounded by lovelorn, frustration, and loneliness. People gradually change, but one obsession in my heart has never changed. One day, I will take my beloved woman back to the place that I have never forgotten in my dreams. . . . . .
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"Prevent love from burning"
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