Mayflies are born in the morning and die in the evening, and dew in the morning combines to evaporate into mist, without resentment.
It's just the cruelty given by God that cut off the short detention of life.
But also in the name of common people.
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And in a world where the world is tough, how can an encounter resolve the pain and sorrow of struggling alone?
The answer is: "How is life similar everywhere? It should be like a flying dragon stepping on snow and mud..."
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