In the season when the wind blows and the fragrance of rice rises, I step into this river and lake again,
Virtuality and reality have been reversed. What kind of conspiracy is hidden behind the feelings?
There are too few reliable things in the world,
In the end, the only people you can rely on are yourself and the sword in your hand!
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Intention: Man can conquer nature