Flowers bloom for a thousand years and fall for a thousand years. The flowers and leaves will never see each other again. Love has no cause and effect, fate determines life and death.
The warmth of that person's fingers touching his palm has spread to this day, and the outline of the face in the memory is blurry.
I vaguely heard someone calling my name, hesitantly and ambiguously.
A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he turned around
A vast expanse...
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