What kind of wind is blowing the rain? What kind of rain is stirring the wind?

There is no answer to all this.

is like a pair of invisible hands, firmly grasping the smoke and rain in this heaven and earth, and like a ruthless Buddha and demon, tearing apart the love and hatred in this world.

On the side of the road, stumbling into the exclamations of passers-by, someone was drunk again. The saddest thing is not the rain poured on the face, nor the mud on the legs and feet, but the words of suffering, and the sadness of the heart.

He fell, and got up again; Get up and fall again. It didn't seem to hurt to fall on the muddy ground, his numb body. Crying......

"The Funeral Knife" Volume 1: Returning to the People on a Snowy Night Chapter 126 Bad People Are Sad and Bad Feelings are in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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