|花火流光 · Whispers of Firelight |
花的呢喃,在風與光中交織蔓延
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午後陽光灑落枝頭,溫暖卻不刺眼,熱烈卻不張揚
一朵朵小花靜靜盛開,又悄然飄落,
在不言不語之間完成自己的盛放與告別。
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流光中的花火,在時間裡低語,在風中綻放與在光中永恆。
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柔和清風,風過無痕,花落心上
The flowers whisper, weaving and drifting through wind and light.
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In the golden afternoon, sunlight falls gently on the branches - warm and soft, never glaring,full of passion, yet calm and unspoken.
One by one, day by day,
the blossoms bloom in silence,
then quietly drift away.
Fleeting petals glow in flowing light,
speaking softly across time—
blossoming with the wind,
and saying goodbye within the light.
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A tender breeze carries the flowers with no sound,
yet they fall gently, shimmering through the light.