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| 白色的木芙蓉 背對著近暮的帶金陽光 The white cotton rose turned its back on the golden dusk sun 澄潔透明的花瓣 在風中飄起如絲緞 its fresh transparent pedals sway like silk in the breeze 帶走了永不可揭露的怯生 stripping her of the eternally muted timid 自在容顏 不敵深沉的變色凝視 unruffled face that was unable to withstand the hostile chameleon stare 是允許凋委的 it is fine to wither |
