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... pring have to wither eventually. Falling from the branches to the ground, they are reduced to soil and dust, never to be seen again.
The life of a human is the same as well. It is impossible to retain ones youthful smile and beauty.
Eventually, we bid each other farewell.
When the mountainous wind blows, ripples appear on the surface of the lake. The beautiful but fragile lady leans on his chest, awaiting the final farewell, as though the spring wind has departed, the pea ...
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