What if we are destined to be deprived of this life?

Then the afterlife makes me a flower,

In front of you in a beautiful form,

You picked it up and admired it,

Or you smell my flowers as you pass by me.

so

There will be no interruption.

But where is the afterlife?

"Poetry, on the Island of the Heart" Chapter 70 If we don't have a chance in this life are in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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