Their long hair hung over their shoulders as if made of silver;
Their eyes are bright and shining, more beautiful than gems;
Their petals are crystal clear, as if carved by ice and snow.
But little Amor was crying, and his arrow had lost its direction:
"Why don't you be gentle and affectionate to me? Why don't you reveal your beauty and fragrance to me?"
Therefore, nobility is blamed for being alone in the world, and the world mistakenly thinks that he is cold-hearted.
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