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The white flower, like the jellyfish towel, was about to vanish.
I had to make a wish before it would vanish. As if making wishes to shooting stars, I had to make wishes to things about to vanish.
What wish should I make?
It couldn’t hold on anymore; it was about to vanish. Please don’t go, the white flower. I hadn’t made up my mind yet. Right, I hope…
I hope we could meet again.