No one looks up at the blue sky anymore, and no one dreams of the distant sea anymore. People are noisy and lonely, people are in love but are not happy. On the golden fields, they only harvest food. They turn a blind eye to the dusk and the flying birds, as if they were born old. The book of their ancestors has wandered into another language, and no one can understand it anymore.
——Pu Shu "The Long-Lost Sea"
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