Memorial is the loneliness of the moon...
Songs are lovers' whispers...
Summer is a hot attachment...
The sun and the moon are gentle destiny...
Insect feathers are the future in bloom...
Tweeting is Phoenix's only...
The beginning of that summer, the end of this winter.
The fate of being abandoned and betrayed...
In the next life, I hope we can meet again...
In the next life, I hope we don't fall in love...
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