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Azi inexplicably turned into another person, still sick. I don't know where I am, I don't know where I'm going, I don't know who I am, I don't know how I survive. Little Azi is a person with a somewhat peculiar personality. Some of her actions may be weird and brainless, but she must have principles and a bottom line. Enjoy your own tranquility in the sparkling sea, smile as beautiful as the setting sun next to the catkins blown by the breeze, and play the waning moon in the starry clouds. Dreams are like the wind, like shadows, like the morning light; they cannot be caught and cannot be retained. In the end there was only sighing and unfinished thoughts. The retired stars, the immortal mountains and forests; the moon is broken into stars, and the moonlight is full of beauty. The fish is sighing, and I am sighing. Those who have passed away are like this, but they have not yet passed away; those who are full and empty are like that, but their deaths are not waxing and waning.