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At that time, the stars will bloom, dazzling and full of expectations. When the last trace of attachment was erased in the soft and cold of that page, the flowers fell, half withered and half heartbroken. I can only watch the flowers bloom and fall with tears in my dreams, and count my heartbreaks in my promises.

Quietly, the night god seemed to hear my call, and a bunch of soft light guided me, enjoying the hazy intoxication of lonely nights. In the phantom, a hot and humid liquid flowed out of my already eyeful lacrimal gland, dripping the purity and vitality of the poor star and taking away my sleeping love.

Flowers are illusory, destroyed by doubt, and everything will eventually return to the beginning. Wandering may relieve the pain, but it still can't escape the fate. It's already doomed. Although unforgettable, it will always wither. People who are not in life will leave as soon as they meet, and it is futile to wait for a long time. If they miss it, they will die. Just like this flower, they sympathize with others, but it never blooms and is doomed to fall.

Under the moon, the flower shadows are in pairs, and the window is lonely and empty. For the last time, I looked at the happiness and sweetness of flowers. For the last time, let me exchange health and material for an ordinary one. Nothing is worth it, just because of the only throbbing and resentment, flowers bloom and people die. After mourning, I have to ask my beloved for a chance to love myself. Keep it, keep it, be silent all your life. It only comes from a kind of love called asking for it. "Abandon" the heart and "send" the relatives-put a burden and send a peace. I believe that you will be happy without the star of pity and my life. I used to want to cherish this book. Maybe love is enough, and you and I just left before parting. All the memories will fade away with the flowers in your heart. I have no regrets, as long as I can hear the sound of flowers, destruction is also happiness, and her flowers will eventually have you, and I will pray with my life on the street corner.

The zero point of dreams, the starting point of pain? It is true that loss is a sin and a heartbreaking cry. A lot of people got stuck. In fact, losing is also having. I lost your love, but I have the joy of getting close to your goal. Sometimes loss is not terrible. What is terrible is the hatred that comes from it. I hate a person I once loved deeply, or I hate my powerlessness. Is it useful? The dancing of ice butterflies and the falling of pity stars are all predestined by the heart. From the time you learned to cry or laugh, you were doomed to such an ending.

What is done is done. There's no need to be sad. At least there is some aftertaste. Having the past doesn't mean that everything will last forever. Shiyu was full of thoughts and flowers were flying. He was silent for many years and himself. Now that it has withered, how can we look back in the rainy season without the moon? Temptation is not flowering, but greed. Let go of the unbalanced heart and find the lost heart for the beloved. You want me to ask for it and find her by your side.

Thousands of dreams, thousands of cycles, turn the youth, but the flowers are dying. ...