
The Sorrow of Two Worlds: Searching for Saints
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A soft smile on her little face made the rain flowers dance. "Great Sage, didn't you ask me what my greatest wish and meaning is in coming to this world?" Her soft and weak hands slowly came to his face, her life was about to wither. The man shook his head and held her tightly in his arms, "Because, because of you, the wish is you and the meaning is you. Great Sage, if you can, don't forget me, okay - uh - okay?" He lowered his hand, and the wind raised it like a plate of flying sand. He slowly looked at her quiet and passing face, and then pressed his lips to her forehead. "Fool, without you, there would be no hope and no meaning." It's you who fills the eyes with fireworks. It is you who is less than willing.
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