As the wind blows, I dream of you.
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He picked up the pen and slowly wrote a word on the laid paper
Then he stopped writing, picked up the wine jar next to him, raised his head and drank.
He was drunk, but he didn't care, so he lay down on the ground and fell asleep.
It seems like a dream, a figure looming in the dream
The wind outside the window blew the paper to the ground, making it difficult to see clearly...
Intention: None