The greedy heart is burning, and the rampant tongues of fire devour the body. The sky forgets the heartbreaking pain and embraces the misguided fog, but it still fails to stop the doomsday. The desperate poet sings, "The fog is desire, annihilating the sky he loves so much." The dry eyes will burst for this (I am going to revise this article, the summary with English words is the revised text)
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