In the season of flowers blooming and falling, the astonishing fragrance of flowers absorbs the tears of many boys and girls. In this hazy rainy season, the violent storm kills the pure love.
I wanted to let go and go with the flow, but the gentle sound of the water told me, "My child, you are too weak, you should go back to your sheltered harbor." I could only walk back with a disappointed and sad face.
I wanted to give up everything and enjoy the beauty of the world, but the powerful torrent was like a sharp sword that penetrated deeply into my chest, scratching my lovely face and perfect dream.
I wanted to hold my lover's tender little hand and walk through the city streets, but this lavish life made us lose our way forward and our own nature. In the end, we had no choice but to say "goodbye" to each other and go our separate ways.
I want to laugh but life no longer allows Owen to have it. I want to cry but the reality has already turned my tear fountain into a dry river: there is no longer a gentle stream, no more innocent smiles of children, no more intimate sounds when lovers kiss intimately.
Only pieces of hard stone were left, and from time to time they made crisp but weak sounds of struggle.
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