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When the pages of the book were turned, the wind gently caressed him, and he was whispering and asking, what is love like? Someone told him that love is a fulfilled life, just like a wine glass filled with wine, but he shook his head and felt something was wrong. Love was clearly red letters on a gray monument under the white snow. A person stood in front and said, I love you, I'm sorry.
Concept: There is a bouquet of flowers in front of the gray monument with red characters.