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If it Were Dust
Short Fiction若为尘埃
It's Lily Of The Valley.
"I like you...." I want to spend my whole life. Coming for you.
"I like you...." I want to spend my whole life. Coming for you.
Don't Blame Each Other
Short Fiction相莫怨
It's Lily Of The Valley.
Tears are colorless blood. There are many people who like you, including me. However, there are very few people I like, except you... If the heart moves, there will be thousands of tears. I hope we will never see each other again in the next life.
Tears are colorless blood. There are many people who like you, including me. However, there are very few people I like, except you... If the heart moves, there will be thousands of tears. I hope we will never see each other again in the next life.
An Zhi Su Ruo Ci
Short Fiction安之素若辞
It's Lily Of The Valley.
Flowers in the morning and flowers in the evening are always the wish of the dreamer. If the wind and rain in the world cannot be eliminated, we can only watch a beautiful flower fall and die, and the beauty of the bones will remain fragrant. It is too painful to see each other between life and death, and as a spectator, I cannot afford this disappointment. The lingering eyes are fixed on the far shore, sweeping away the dust of the years. In the dim light, the thoughts lingering between the eyebrows dance. In the smoke and mist, it is you among the green mountains and green waters by the lake. Looking back lightly and smiling sweetly, you are like the beauty of celadon, and the plain clothes are like mist, carved in my dream of mortal world.
Flowers in the morning and flowers in the evening are always the wish of the dreamer. If the wind and rain in the world cannot be eliminated, we can only watch a beautiful flower fall and die, and the beauty of the bones will remain fragrant. It is too painful to see each other between life and death, and as a spectator, I cannot afford this disappointment. The lingering eyes are fixed on the far shore, sweeping away the dust of the years. In the dim light, the thoughts lingering between the eyebrows dance. In the smoke and mist, it is you among the green mountains and green waters by the lake. Looking back lightly and smiling sweetly, you are like the beauty of celadon, and the plain clothes are like mist, carved in my dream of mortal world.