-The yellow sand is blown up and dropped by the strong wind, intertwined at every moment, and never tires of it. In the temple independent of the outside of the city, he sat under the plane tree, opened his eyes and looked at the endless yellow sand sky, and sighed silently,

"What should come will come; It shouldn't have come...

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