Flowers bloom and fall red every year, and the swallows fade away and return every spring.
The man is drunk alone at the end of the world with his sword, leaning on his back and remaining free in the mortal world.
Everyone knows that there is no return to the immortal road, but we can only sigh that heroes go back and forth.
It's nothing to reach the sky through the ages, just to increase the world of mortals and laugh at books.
Not a cool article! Not a cool article! Not a cool article!
The pace of the book is slow! The pace of the book is slow! The pace of the book is slow!
Say important things three times!
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