Inscription limited to 500 words: Beauty is stagnant, time is hard to retain, and water is hard to recover. If I can get it back in this life, I will beg for you, and I hope I have no regrets...
The warm sunlight shines down, rendering traces of daylily color. As time slowly passes, it transforms into youth, condensing on the long eyelashes.
The mark of gentleness does not want to fade away. It gradually grows into a graceful and complicated dream. In the dream, the daylily-colored sun shines so hard that it seems unreal.
Che's eyes stared at herself, and there was always a voice in the dream saying: "I love you, I love you, so... Please... Be free..."
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