Look at the spring flowers gradually falling, it is the time when the beauty dies of old age;
Once the spring is gone, the beauty grows old, the flowers fall and people die, and we don't know it
Behind the language of flowers
is a different story
make up all of us
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I suggest you listen to it while reading the article
Piano music from "God, Please Give Me More Time"
It feels better~