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Love in a Fallen City: A Pact Under the Pear Blossoms
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Categories: youthfulness
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It's never like this: when the petals of a flower fall toward the surface of the water the floaters float and the sinkers sink. When the dust of the past falls towards the net of the heart. One part is picked up and the other part floats away with the wind. There must be some petals with our names and breaths written on them. They stay long on the surface of the water, carrying the fragrance of the liquid and the branding of the old years. Your face in the imprint is like an old black and white photograph. Sweet, simple - that year, that month, that day ......