Autumn yellow leaves,

Blown down by the wind,

Falling to the ground,

Clang.

You said;

It is lamenting the injustice of fate,

It's talking about the brevity of life.

But how do you know that its soul grows where it falls?

Where the flowers,

Where the grass is,

The trees there,

It all gives strength.

Chapter 498 The soul is growing and is being hit by hand, please wait a moment,

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