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Like? ! (GL) The vines grow around the trees. When the tree dies, the vine will die. But if the vine dies, will the tree die? Will not. If the vine dies, the tree will not die. It will still thrive. So some people say that vines are sad. Maybe so. It's just that they don't understand. Maybe the tree also wants to go with the vine? Without the attachment of the vine, does the survival of the tree still make sense from a certain perspective? The vine doesn't know, the tree won't tell. Conception: 118Favorites2.3kClicks/ch—Nutrition
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Black Christmas "The God tells us… there has been the Christ the Lord…" "I love you more than anyone else... As long as you want... Even if it is the day when the Holy Son comes I will also make it... Stained with blood... A black and bloody Christmas Do you like it...? Intention: 66Favorites1.2kClicks/ch—Nutrition
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Unrequited Love "It was a summer of decisive love. Intention: 43Favorites3.2kClicks/ch—Nutrition
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"Love?!" Extra - Sakura Love "Long wait." "It's okay~" "Well..." "Now, tell me, will there be an afterlife for us?" "Maybe." "If so, will you still remember me?" "... I don't know." "Then... Will you still love me?" "... Yes, it will definitely happen." "The language of vines, the mood of trees, the love of cherry blossoms—— That was ours... Another day. Intention: 32Favorites1.6kClicks/ch—Nutrition
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[Dance B] What's on My Mind...——in Memory of Elstin Who Passed Away in Chapter 17 Before the article: It is recommended that everyone "eat" with this song (星が声でるものがたり) when reading this article~~~ (Of course you can also ignore it...) Song: http://sisz. Myst. Cn/listen/listen_id. Php? Song_id=6571 This is a short story written to commemorate the passing of Elstin in Chapter 17 of Dance Yi. I suddenly found it, so I put it here. Intention: 2Favorites1.2kClicks/ch—Nutrition
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Glass Zhang (GL) "It's hard to sleep at night when the cold wind blows. Who's singing?" The autumn wind turns, tears wet the towel, and I complain about the nothingness; Looking at the mountain city in the distance, the clouds are hazy and the stars are dotted. I recall that in those days, the spring willows were rising from the water, but now, the remaining maples are dancing in the sky. 2Favorites855Clicks/ch—Nutrition