“Flames have forsaken the hatred under thousands of remains, leaving only one broken soul in an endless despair.
And while the spring rain has arrived, her heart is still left in the end of fall,
because who knows if it’s just a mirrored flower, and not a moon that's reflected on the glass lake?
She can only hope that heaven isn’t cruel enough, that she can fulfil her wish to quench that thirst.”

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