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In my two lives as a human being, I never seem to miss anything. What is true is also false, and sometimes false is true. But who am I? There are phoenixes singing in the north, and the flowers are dancing, right and wrong are intertwined, meet her; there are parallel stems in the south, the branches and leaves are lazy, and the smile is light, waiting to grow up; there are many leaves in the west, and the twilight is vast, and you are ignorant and trance, live on; there is mire in the east, snow is everywhere, time is not old, meet her. \