I am a flower, a lonely and lonely flower...
There is no beauty of roses, no purity of lilies, no restraint and nobility of peonies, just a purple lavender, a lavender growing among wild grasses...
My mother said that only through cultivation can we realize some wishes that are impossible to realize now. I believe her because I long to be human and live among them to get rid of this loneliness and loneliness!
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