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The bright red rose in the dream, and the pale rose when I open my eyes. It lies under the moon, commemorating the most sincere love it once had. The happiness in my memory, no matter how vivid, has already been condensed by the cold air. And at this moment, under the moon. Only a lonely cemetery, guarding the dead love.
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