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The sea will dry up, people will pass away, all the mulberry fields will turn into the sea, and everything will be destroyed. Only in your thought, as long as you remember your promise, all the darkness will recede. As long as you give me a word of comfort, no matter how hot and cold the world is, even if it boils blood and burns the body, it is just a gentle breeze blowing from Mozambique.

Live by singing, use flow as guide, use encounter as knowledge, and use love as boat. Searching and searching, the lights are dim.