In the warm and green season, she can also hear the sound of flowers blooming. Crisp.
It's like a bunch of lotus growing out of the clouds. There is forbearance, warmth, and hope.
As gentle as jade, there is beauty and loneliness. And that bow of the head for a kiss.
Gently, gently. That bowed kiss planted a beautiful flower in my heart.
Silence
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Silence still remembers that afternoon very clearly. The snow was getting heavier and heavier in the afternoon. White.
It was a long time ago, but she still remembered it. Because that is her story. What does a dusty past mean to a person? After all, it is impossible to explain.
If it feels like a lifetime ago, but it doesn't matter if my eyes are full of tears at this moment. . . . . . .