You are the rising sun in midsummer,
I am a weed in late winter.
Your fiery red warms your white, and heals my withered heart.
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Your destination is destined to be the blue sky and white clouds, but I can only sing alone in the wilderness. My Cecilia, we are doomed to miss.
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The blue butterfly is reborn in the green flame,
The young man gradually fell asleep in the dark earth.
When the shrouded black smoke dissipates,
Our loved ones will come back to us.
Conception:--
