Past hatred,
Abandoned identity,
Forgotten old friend,
When the peach blossoms are in full bloom, they come with the wind.
Finally, when the peach blossoms have fallen,
Chosen, abandoned, without regrets,
They will all pass away with the wind.
Meeting is fate; meeting again may be a lifelong bond.
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Yes... I'm posting the old pit again... This shows that I will really finish it! !