Friend, put down the butcher's knife

The trees are sighing!

Blindly delineate the forest

So the rain did justice

Mudslides usurped land

O people of the night

Why don't you sleep yet?

Do not flee from the punishment of the day

It still makes you old

"Song of Things" 30 Put down the butcher knife is in the hand, please wait a moment,

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