All the prophets made me lose the advantage I should have in such a time and space, and gradually lost myself in his life.
The red glare of the sun and the scorching temperature make people easily forget their sorrow.
The bond between life and death is broad, and I am happy with you; hold your hand, and grow old together with you.
This is the only and most empty oath I can leave.
This time I picked up the pen again. After nearly two years, it feels completely different when I start writing again.
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