The red dust is submerged, even if there is a hurried horse, even if there is a rushing torrent, it will not stop for anyone.

The flowers bloomed and withered again, repeating for thousands of years. Maybe they didn't bloom very beautifully, they didn't smell good, and they didn't get anyone to see them.

But they still bloomed. What if you don't have a fragrance? What if you don't get a glimpse of it?

The flowers are blooming and flying, and the pieces of red silk are gone.

"I Am the Emperor of Freedom" [Quartet Collection] 03: Flowers are blooming and dancing and flying, please wait for a while,

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