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When life is shortened to seven days, it is slowly draining away like a golden hourglass. Only when life is approaching the end, how much do we hope that this is an hourglass that will never run out! As life is shortened, mysteries about what happened a year ago are also being revealed bit by bit.

The blurred starlight, your distant gaze, are faintly visible in the faint clouds and smoke, and your fragrance is filled in the air. I'm always here, always waiting for you. The fire is burned out, the youth is gone, I long for your arrival in loneliness, and pick up the purple platycodon flowers again among the fragments!