This is a travel diary, about endless wandering on a foreign continent, time is like the slowly flowing fine sand, and little by little, my heart is filled.
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A man who won't die for something is not fit to live.
Listen to the wind, tired people, maybe a memory buried by the years will be awakened...
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This article is my favorite series, written around 2001...
A work of faith is not like the beauty of a bard's movement, which narrates every emotion and keeps flowing.
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