A man told me that life is all about futility.
At that moment, I saw the beauty between his lips and teeth, and my eyes were suddenly captivated.
So, I only had hearing. I heard the aroma of green grass in his mouth, heard the withered white magnolia caressed by his voice, heard the cherry blossom petals buried in the ground being blessed by sound waves, my August osmanthus restrained its fragrance in shame from his voice, and my Yangchun white snow reflected the shadow of a lower-level man in his eyes.
When he said this, we were by the lake, and I asked him why Komako jumped on Shimamura's car.
He asked me, then why do leaves fly like moths into the flames?
I am speechless.
The water in Yun Lake is clear, the waves are bottomless, and the water vapor nourishes people.
I took a sip of water and smelled the fragrance of green grass again.
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