The sea breeze lifts the young man's golden curls, and the past and future condense into the distant horizon. Hundreds of years of clamoring are hidden under the gorgeous appearance, and the melodious sound of the flute penetrates the century-old loneliness.
The world is dark and fate is ups and downs. Is there only endless sorrow behind all the prosperity?
Who knew that behind the light, there was only one person from beginning to end.
I will speak out in the anguish of my spirit, I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.
My soul is troubled and I want to speak. My heart is troubled and I want to express my sorrow.
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