When we were young, we were used to throwing all our tumbling hatred towards summer. Our bright bodies were forever exposed on the hot and naked road, and there was no sound except for the passing wind of changing dynasties. We stop growing, shrink down to the size we can stuff in our pockets, and we will never change faster than the clouds.
The world will perish before me, I never doubt it.
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Lu Yun said x You Xing, a story about the growth of a beautiful boy.
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(No beginning or end, no plot, just a lot of nonsense)