In the flower season, we have been chasing a kind of hormonal throbbing, guarding what we have around us while burning our small universe to pursue what we think is beautiful. At the end of the chase, when we are both physically and mentally exhausted, we turn our sadness into a single drop of tears. Then this drop of tears gradually spreads and lingers around us. In the end, we realize that it has never gone far...
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