Divine Chant
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The young man sat on the window sill at dusk, catching the afterglow of the setting sun with his palms. The corpses of gods are buried in the distant land, and a bright moon rises high; The young man picked up the sword in his hand and headed for an unknown journey. Some people say that we must always use loneliness to resist the emptiness of life Until death!
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