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She said,
I like listening to you.
That's a breeze.
I fell in love with your kiss.
It is the softness of water.
Falling in love with you makes me addicted,
Give up everything,
Just for you.
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He said,
You are like sunshine,
Shine on my life
You are like the spring breeze,
Warm my winter.
You are like a poppy.
The pain that makes me addicted,
Give up the six realms,
Just for you.
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He has his identity.
She has her own past life.
The most tangled love
The deepest pain
Is it his unbearable, his sadness?
Is it her contempt, her despair?
Stay tuned: Hua
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Narration: The Past Life of Flowers
The last ray of sunshine in the evening disappeared on the horizon.
She leaned half-way, holding the window with her hand. She has no spare strength.
She looked at the distant sky, where there were dark blue clouds and dark green trees. Such a soft scenery stung her eyes deeply.
The wheelchair accompanied her for half a year, and she guarded this window day and night for half a year.
Six months ago, the hematologic cancer certificate of the hospital seemed to be published. ...