After the rain, I wipe away the tears on your tombstone and give you a few bouquets of Lolimas roses... Chuck Klein blue has not yet reached its flowering season, there are still about three or four months left, I think you can still wait...
If I'm to blame, I blame you for liking seasonal flowers. You love to recite those flower words on your lips, which makes me unpredictable. The book I wrote for you... I don't know if you like it or not.
You said you wanted to be a flower on the other side, but you walked in the season of lilacs. The snapdragon you gave me is about to wither...
Do you know... There is a bunch of hyacinths growing beside your grave, and I miss your Peony Pavilion story.
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