I walked across the Willow Bridge and the Acacia Terrace. The spring breeze turned green on the willow bank, and the red beans fell all over the mountain. Then I suddenly realized that I might never be able to wait for that person again.
That was a time when there was no more spring and bright scenery in the world.
"I will restore your innocence."
"Come on... The bones of the dead are green and white."
Scraping bones to cure poison, like moths flying into the flames.
He said it was too late.
Atypical stand-in literature
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Humble new author asking for support
Thousands of rivers and thousands of mountains are always filled with love, can you just feed them as you please?
Determination: But his life has no end in sight and no light.
