. . . . . . . . . . . . . Without the ups and downs of the lake, would there be sadness in the silence? There is no hustle and bustle on the island. Is the tranquility mixed with loneliness? Those small and gentle lines flow through one season after another. Those sad and long murmurs spread across the land inch by inch. Those legends that are as beautiful as dreams break free from the shackles of time and are repeated clearly.
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