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We walked hand in hand through this pure white flower season, listening to the sound of flowers blooming, but did not leave a stain, I believe that this unique feelings, will be like a cup of plum wine, the more treasured the more mellow. The love of death, lonesome whose years. The year you, in my heart. At this time, you are in my dream. As time passes, season after season, we pass by calmly. When the tears turn into rain, at that moment, whose oath can still be reincarnated? Looking at your smiling face in front of me, my tears still fall all winter, after turning around, no longer find the lost promise.