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[When the flower letter comes, I hate no one as if the flower remains the same. It becomes thin again in spring, and the willows in front of the door are broken.
Heaven is affectionate and does not stay together forever. After they parted ways, tears and wine filled both sleeves.
You always say: "When the flower letters come, the flowering season is coming."
If one day, destiny will come.
When I come to you, will you still raise your lips and say with a smile: "You are the world I chase!"