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The Years of Lavender

Memory of the lavender blooming in early summer

~The beauty of lavender is too desolate

︶ Lavender hurt the eyes

The lost lavender in Paris

The lavender in Provence is waiting丶

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The hopeless waiting of lavender is just his fate; the hopeless fluttering of flowers is just people's nostalgia...

The lavender-filled waiting on the title page of the fleeting time, it is a pity that the misty rain tower No more.

Purple lavender is full of memories.

When lavender blooms everywhere, that’s when I miss you.

Lavender’s hopeless waiting is just its fate.

Although it was doomed to be fruitless from the beginning, I am willing to keep waiting.

Listen, the dust has settled, it is beautiful, the flowers on the other side are blooming, and the sea of ??purple flowers is blooming.

Waiting for happiness,

Can I?

While waiting, I am elegant because of the intensity, shy because of the dimness, and I am downgraded from flower to grass. This is the price of waiting for you.