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我会等在,初见你的那棵树下,即使它已经因为等待枯萎。手里,是这个夏日里最后一抹鲜艳,那是你送我的永远绽放的花朵。
I will wait, under the tree that first saw you, even though it has wilted because of waiting. Hands, is the last touch of bright summer, that is the flower you send me forever blooming.