He said that it was a twisted magnolia blooming on the snowy Tianshan Mountains.
He said that it was an elegant magnolia, blooming on an unnoticed peak.
He said that it was also a poor rose, immersed in a pool of blood every day.
He said that it was a crazy rose, full of thorns but eager to be touched by others.
Then he said that in fact, he was the sometimes warm and sometimes cold touch of the night - the moonlight.
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——He said, we have met.
He said, I don't know you.
——He said, you forgot me.
He said, yes.
——He said, you should not forget me.
He said, for what?
——He said, for love.
He said, what is love?
——He said,...
He said, then why do you say it is for love?
——He said, because of love.
He said, you are really crazy!
——He said, yes. It's my fault that I fell in love with you.
He said, what is love?
——He said, you can ask your own heart.
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