I think that love is a flower and the precious bud means us. If we are in deep sorrow and afraid of being hurt, we cannot feel the joy of being alive.

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In a puddle of numb autumn rain, your bud can endure and wait until blooming even if many anxieties attack you.

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Finally, the time comes. You can make your beautiful flower bloomed full of love after long long tough journey.

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