The curve near the beautiful hills at sunset, dressed in her bright green gown, tall trees like the hair on her head, clouds in the sky like butterflies, flowers and grass grow low. Her eyes are light ink Dai, babbling water is her clever eyes, hazy smoke and light fog arise from her face leaving a mysterious fantasy. The cactus living on the windowsill is so tenacious; despite its owner ignoring it, its deep-rooted health bar extends in the soil for moisture and nutrients. Its direction of growth is not confused, its thoughts will not stray because it has its own hope for living! The window of my anxious thoughts isn't so comfortable as I watch the flies in the soft glow of the sky. My mind is blown far away to a tall hill embedded in confusion, looking like she is trying not to retain an impression of you, but instead attempts to steal the cactus that has spilled tears and blood, frozen in place, expecting...
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