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That year, under the rose flowers, I met a person.
Wearing a peaked cap, black sunglasses and a mask,
She came closer step by step,
Call gently,
Back all the way to the fence,
Almost fell,
Being grabbed by her,
Whispering: "Be careful."
He is very thin and very tall,
The skin is whiter than the rose,
My fingers are as cold as ice,
With a light fragrance on the body,
It smells like peach,
She said: "I like you",
He took off his sunglasses and mask,
The lip color is slightly purple,
His eyebrows are as white as snow,
Even the pupils are a dreamy lavender color,
He lowered his eyes again and said, "You can tell me this after you see what I look like." His body was hugged tightly,
She said: "You are so beautiful. How about I accompany you on your journey from now on?"
He agreed,
In the future, she would paint his eyebrows and lips for him,
Encourage him to take off his sunglasses and mask,
Go with him,
Accompany him for treatment.
However, angels who have fallen into the human world cannot stay for long.
He ascended to heaven ahead of schedule.
Standing under the roses again,
Thinking of him,
Thinking of the silver-haired boy who always hangs his head,
I can only say one thing: things are impermanent.
Purpose: Born towards the sun, existing for healing and understanding.
