Those laughters remind me my flowers
Lingering around every corner of my life,
they quietly bloomed for me,
I thought we would never be apart,
but we all dive into our own destinies.
Are they withered?
Are they still blooming?
Did they disperse with wind?
Let those stories be untold,
In this conundrum of time,
They lost their authenticity.
Now this flowered land is barren
But we still possess the good time
Are they withered?
Are they still blooming?
Did they disperse with wind?
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