I am your ancestor is your account
It's the hourglass on the altar
Waiting for the church bell to ring
display the spirit
It is the ironware of the ancient furnace
Grasp the quenching temperature
Residual temperature after boiling point
It is the eagle dog of the Oroqen people
will run out
The return of the traveler awaits the hymn
Singers have cut off the head of their beloved daughter at the end of the last century
Orgy under the shelter
stroking piano girl's jaw
before the banquet
Hide your throat dagger
What I know is that a lover won't stay too long
Attacking soldiers also stay on the crumbs for a moment
Famine doesn't lie
Poets also made up words
It's the memory of folk songs by the lake
Sheep in a recalcitrant horse sty
I can't tell if it's love or hindrance
Mrs Warren parted with me in the afternoon
Bounty hunters go to war
Another story about winter
A bluish-gray ray of light on a cliff in fascination with plague scare
Saw the priest blowing his whistle in his sleep
The man who traveled far also returned to his hometown
The wife turned and knelt down beside Maria
The clock in front of the hunter's door swayed
The baby's cry keeps playing
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