The cockscomb flower evokes the memories of childhood, and now people have reached middle age, old and young, and there is no happy innocence of that year. Time flies, and all that's left is gray hair and
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The cockscomb flower evokes the memories of childhood, and now people have reached middle age, old and young, and there is no happy innocence of that year. Time flies by, and all that's left is gray hair and a face full of signs of age.
The cockscomb flower evokes the memories of childhood, and now people have reached middle age, old and young, and there is no happy innocence of that year. Time flies, and all that's left is gray hair and
The cockscomb flower evokes the memories of childhood, and now people have reached middle age, old and young, and there is no happy innocence of that year. Time flies, and all that's left is gray hair and
The cockscomb flower evokes the memories of childhood, and now people have reached middle age, old and young, and there is no happy innocence of that year. Time flies, and all that's left is gray hair and
The cockscomb flower evokes the memories of childhood, and now people have reached middle age, old and young, and there is no happy innocence of that year. Time flies, and all that's left is gray hair and
The cockscomb flower evokes the memories of childhood, and now people have reached middle age, old and young, and there is no happy innocence of that year. Time flies, and all that's left is gray hair and
The cockscomb flower evokes the memories of childhood, and now people have reached middle age, old and young, and there is no happy innocence of that year. Time flies, and all that's left is gray hair and
The cockscomb flower evokes the memories of childhood, and now people have reached middle age, old and young, and there is no happy innocence of that year. Time flies, and all that's left is gray hair and
The cockscomb flower evokes the memories of childhood, and now people have reached middle age, old and young, and there is no happy innocence of that year. Time flies, and all that's left is gray hair and
The cockscomb flower evokes the memories of childhood, and now people have reached middle age, old and young, and there is no happy innocence of that year. Time flies, and all that's left is gray hair and
