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As gentle as a flower Let the seasons be vivid, time stay, birds sing, breeze caress, and gently open the wings of butterflies,In the memory of bright colors, it is as gentle as a flower,Full of years of love.
The memory of bright colors
Sunny days, delightful azure blue, and white stop clouds, the world is bright and picturesque; if, under the affectionate eyes of the season, walk through the hedge of green trees and white flowers; if, at night, look up at the stars, if, the next rain, reflect the ripples of the years; in the clear eyes, far-reaching and quiet, there, with the promise of beauty,time passing like flowing water. |
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