"Yesterday a tranquil night made me realize. It'd be useless to pick up fallen petals. Because it'd never bloom again. It's tiny but already dead on my palms. Our time stopped long ago. I remember the season we met first and your grace smile. Bringing up old issues, we hurt each other as badly as possible. Our minds are full of thorns."

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