At the winter solstice in the twelfth lunar month, the cold plum blossoms begin to bloom. The dots of red that shined out in the vast sky opened up memories. I seem to be back to the day I first met you. In the misty rain, on the dancing pavilion and singing stage, you got out of the car in a hurry and passed me by. When I called softly, you stopped, turned around and smiled, your brows on your temples as pale as cold plum blossoms, and you immediately entered my heart. The sound of rain is pure, the spring is fading, I am not waiting for you, but at the moment of your smile, it seems that I have seen all my three lives. The blue water is falling, the flowers are blooming on the other side, and I have lost the beginning.
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