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May you encounter thorns along the way, hit a beautiful wall, be colorfully broken, be remembered in people's memories, and be buried in a bright place. The brokenness that comes as expected will not make you afraid, and there will be no wronged souls asking for their lives. From now on, you will cross to the other side, use the broken wings as swords, and go straight in. Clean up the lost eyes, break through the curses and wishes in the ancestral hall, and have new eyes to avoid the eyes of others, in exchange for the sparkling waves of calm. May you live and die, may you have birds and branches, may you always be curious, may you always be hungry, may you plunder old spirits and sing. May you be well, intoxicated, and in waves.