The passing years are like the winter wind and snow, coming overwhelmingly. Time fills up the pain, they are still there, but they will be filled slowly and become silent. It turns out that only this kind of love can last forever, with flowers blooming and fading again and again, and time passing by again and again. Maybe one day he will be like someone who has an indifferent smile and calmly handles things without flaws, and then realizes the next second later; it turns out that he has finally managed to never forget that he is him, he is him, deliberately imitating the eternity of achievement, waiting for the moment when the fireworks bloom, and seeing the illusion of the floating world.
Use the time of reincarnation to commemorate a blooming love.
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