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I have flourished,

The whole summer seems to be silent,

In fact, the heart is constantly bearing fruit,

I really want to work hard more than just rooting,

The future is not architecture,

Though there be night, the morning will be full,

I'd rather bend my body,

Put a mark on the earth,

Only then did I breathe a sigh of relief,

Let the charm of long-suffering,

The broken skin is released,

Recognized by the tooth of the epic,

It is tasted by the tongue that understands art,

Inspired by nature,

A gift to the world.

I'm honored to be in the spring and autumn,

I thank everyone who supported me and those who didn't!

Of course! I love, I love myself for which I was born,

I love, I love everything I've been through,

I didn't expect it to be so sweet in the end.

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