Epiphyllum blooms for a season, but it only lasts for a short moment. No matter how brightly it blooms, no matter how graceful it blooms, when it withers, it is just like paper patterned by fire, ugly, helpless, and curled, until - it disappears into ashes!
My acquaintance with you was only a brief moment, and it was destined to be as short-lived as a flash in the pan.
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