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The colorful petals in the flowers fluttered and fluttered all over her. In the loss of years, the fine veins of the petals depict the traces of the seasons passing by quietly. They are clear and clear, just like her little heart, hidden in her mind -- slight pain, like a broken butterfly, growing up crying in pain. This is the price of growth.

In the past, carefree days have gone, because I grew up, so double the pain in biting myself.

the fragrance of the flowers is like the haze, scattered in the wind, like water in the light rippling.

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” I miss you so much Crazy miss... ”

her heart began to beat like a stranded fish.

her delicate fingers were stained with pollen particles. It seemed that she still had his residual temperature, the aroma of lemon and mint. She even felt a little suffocated for a few seconds, and she felt like crying very much

Scatter the eggs, I really want to cry Can you hear me?

when the wind blows through the flowers, will I bring you my call? Right?

Scatter eggs I'm here

Scatter eggs Scatter eggs

Scatter the eggs