The sky leaves no trace, but the birds have already flown... They have all cried and laughed under this blue sky... Who, in the moment before heartbreak, left behind the most precious thing? When the mountains have no edges and the sky and the earth have merged, will the sea be drying up and the stone be about to rot?
(This article is composed of several short stories and short stories, please don't read if you don't like it)
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