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Everyone can't breathe the days, only themselves know. The torrential rain poured down, and I couldn't see the road when I came, and the begonia flowers planted by hand along the way all withered away. They can also walk forward, and the water traces will be sunburned

author:Plato's Eternity 818

Everyone can't breathe the days, only themselves know. The torrential rain poured down, and I couldn't see the road when I came, and the begonia flowers planted by hand along the way all withered away.

They can also walk forward, the water traces will be dried by the sun, the seeds will drift in all directions with the wind, and happiness will be within reach.

I envy it all. The rain that can stop, the light that should come, the road that grows as usual under your feet.

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