Those battered and mottled silhouettes have never swept your brow. You came back all the way mixed with wind and rain and snow, and I couldn't open my mouth when I provoked this thick flower thinness.

Both eyes were blocked by the years, and the thoughts of the three lives became wine choked in my throat. If you say that you have forgotten the past, I am afraid that it is not true, I just hope that it is really like a dream, and when you wake up, the glitz will be gone, and there will be no more pain

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