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On the side of the lotus pond, the moon shadow is mottled, like a dream. The night breeze blows lightly, sending the fragrance of flowers into the misty night, as if you are in a fairyland. The hurried spring breeze swept by, taking away the footsteps of time, staying

author：Mikomido 2020

On the side of the lotus pond, the moon shadow is mottled, like a dream. The night breeze blows lightly, sending the fragrance of flowers into the misty night, as if you are in a fairyland. The hurried spring breeze swept by, taking away the footsteps of time, leaving a remnant of red, quietly gone.

By the lotus pond, a lotus shadow is swaying, as if telling the vicissitudes of time and the passing of time. The moonlight is getting thicker, making it all more poetic. And the faint fragrance of flowers, I don't know whether it comes from the lotus flowers in the night, or from the sustenance of the depths of the soul.

In this ever-changing world, spring is fleeting and fleeting. It was as if a gust of wind blew away, leaving a remnant of red, silent and beautiful. Perhaps, it is this hurry

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On the side of the lotus pond, the moon shadow is mottled, like a dream. The night breeze blows lightly, sending the fragrance of flowers into the misty night, as if you are in a fairyland. The hurried spring breeze swept by, taking away the footsteps of time, staying
On the side of the lotus pond, the moon shadow is mottled, like a dream. The night breeze blows lightly, sending the fragrance of flowers into the misty night, as if you are in a fairyland. The hurried spring breeze swept by, taking away the footsteps of time, staying
On the side of the lotus pond, the moon shadow is mottled, like a dream. The night breeze blows lightly, sending the fragrance of flowers into the misty night, as if you are in a fairyland. The hurried spring breeze swept by, taking away the footsteps of time, staying
On the side of the lotus pond, the moon shadow is mottled, like a dream. The night breeze blows lightly, sending the fragrance of flowers into the misty night, as if you are in a fairyland. The hurried spring breeze swept by, taking away the footsteps of time, staying
On the side of the lotus pond, the moon shadow is mottled, like a dream. The night breeze blows lightly, sending the fragrance of flowers into the misty night, as if you are in a fairyland. The hurried spring breeze swept by, taking away the footsteps of time, staying
On the side of the lotus pond, the moon shadow is mottled, like a dream. The night breeze blows lightly, sending the fragrance of flowers into the misty night, as if you are in a fairyland. The hurried spring breeze swept by, taking away the footsteps of time, staying
On the side of the lotus pond, the moon shadow is mottled, like a dream. The night breeze blows lightly, sending the fragrance of flowers into the misty night, as if you are in a fairyland. The hurried spring breeze swept by, taking away the footsteps of time, staying
On the side of the lotus pond, the moon shadow is mottled, like a dream. The night breeze blows lightly, sending the fragrance of flowers into the misty night, as if you are in a fairyland. The hurried spring breeze swept by, taking away the footsteps of time, staying
On the side of the lotus pond, the moon shadow is mottled, like a dream. The night breeze blows lightly, sending the fragrance of flowers into the misty night, as if you are in a fairyland. The hurried spring breeze swept by, taking away the footsteps of time, staying
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