I’m in the flowers, afraid to peek out of my face, remembering your voice in my ears. Once I stood in front of your eyes, with the voice of my heart to say what I miss, your eyes are looking into the distance, hearing my inner thoughts, but but a blank face, waving hands, no, a series of can’t, you say, your heart is not here, I want to cry loudly, how many circles the tears turned in my eyes, endure back, I finally didn’t let it flow, can’t let you see my sad crying, I smiled, sour smile, you actually replied to me a sunny smile, in your heart, there is really no space for me, I’m really just a flower season to walk by.
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