Flowers bloom and fall all over the sky, love comes and goes as the mood dictates.
When the geese go away, the geese return, the geese never disperse, and the tide ebbs and flows without sleep.
I am used to watching flowers fade and bloom again, but I am afraid that their origin and destiny will disappear again.
×××××
If that means we are not in love.
You are still the butterfly dancing around me, and I am still the cherry blossom whose brilliant petals will wither when they bloom.
You are still you, and I am still me.
That's all.
Butterfly love, fragile love that can easily die young
Please note: This is my long-awaited birthday message to Xia Wan.
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