Meet, it’s a beautiful season

Meet, it’s a season of flowers, the right people, at the right time, in the right place, meet each other, “Oh, you’re here!” So good! It turned out that I traveled through thousands of mountains and rivers, just to meet; It turns out that it has been reincarnated for centuries and staggered several seasons, just to coincide. The word encounter, always highlighting the hazy, covering the veil, makes people mesmerized. Time is like a picture, laying a subtle rhythm, towards the encounter…

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