? A dream of flowing water, spring far away everywhere. . . . . .
Maybe there is a past, maybe I can only see you again in my memories. The world of mortals is like mud. In my deepest world of mortals, I meet you, and in the light of the wind and light clouds, we part in a hurry. Maybe I am still me, maybe you are still you. Maybe one day, in the world of mortals, we can still smell each other's breath. At that time, I promise you to indulge in the most smoky world, and never say separation easily again.
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