Go home and burn paper, and see you next year.

Say goodbye to the past and embrace the future.

Giving oneself is untitled

Riding alone in a thin boat knocks on the sea of smoke, and the west is cool and the dust waves are cold;

Forced to climb the dangerous building, drunk and alone, the sword was raised and the people were not paid.

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