"Is the departure of the tree chased by the wind or the leaves not retained?"

A leisurely ancient poem, slowly sighing from a tent, it was an extremely crisp woman's voice. As a high-ranking officer, he had people outside the tent to serve him, but he and all those men were dismissed.

After all, now she needs more to be alone and quiet, and he doesn't need others to disturb it, now

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