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Could it be that the sword, the gall, the piano, and the heart are the poet's dreams with distinct rhythms, or the girl's throbbing love in spring? The long song to the moon, could it be that I yearn for the vastness of the ancient times... The world is vast, so can you and I fly? You and I know each other through words, but are these poems our fate and ending? I'm not willing to give in...

Everyone has experienced it, I mean, those cardamom flowers blooming and falling, who has not experienced it? Everyone may have hidden pain in their heart. I mean, in life, we only have this thin skin to protect us. If it cannot protect everyone, everyone will be injured. If entanglement is inevitable, then does the thread that binds us come from outside, or from ourselves?