It emerges from the silt without being stained, and washes away the clear ripples without being stained. But if there is no filth, where can there be dust...
Millions of languages are nothing more than tools to vent emotions, indulge in the erosion of memory, and indulge in exclusive carnival.
The game continued because it happened to be a sunny day, so there were a few more stars at night...
Intention: It is better to believe in hope than to believe in yourself