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He turned around, broke a branch of a newly bloomed flower, put it in her hair, a little heartbroken to see her eyes, which had a few wrinkles, but still as beautiful as before...
The state girl had been waiting for him for eleven years, always smiling at him, now she still has his child.
I always think, I kill half my life, in the end I will die unjustly. But she was like a cool wind blowing through, dispersing the endless blood essence in his life.
A graceful and elegant Can Hoa song.
He plays the flute, melodies, blows his own joy and hope, in the summer day, endlessly, until the last days.