"Ten years of life and death are boundless. I don't think about it, and I can't forget it. I am alone in a tomb thousands of miles away, and there is no place to talk about desolation. Even if we meet, we should not know each other, my face is covered with dust, and my temples are like frost. I should laugh at me if I am affectionate, and I will be born early..."
Ten years ago, there was a beautiful young man who leaned in front of a man and joked softly: "Hey, Tezuka, the hibiscus curtain warms the night for spring supper, and the wind blows in the evening. How can I defeat him? I will cut off my sleeves in the morning and divide the peaches at night. Is it? Is it?"
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