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Orange fire clouds enveloped the bustling city of Tokyo, and the sun, like a blazing flame, always visited my house from morning to dusk; and my fragile nerves were like fireflies in the forest. They loved the melancholy green onions and were afraid of the too powerful sunlight. As long as the sun came to rule the world, I would become a winter insect, lifeless. At this time, only irritability, fatigue, and boredom occupied my entire consciousness, and I never saw the waves of inspiration rippling like spring waves... Ha! Moans under pressure occasionally broke the dull dullness.
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