It is not my flower, I only just passing through its flourish.　　I am a person who loves to travel,　　One day while I was walking,　　Saw a flower,　　Very beautiful,　　I take it off,　　Its dead,　　I am sad,　　.
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　　Then I know it's not my flower,　　I just happened to be passing through it in full bloom.