What slams shut is the bleak, dead silence that never ends, the sword, lightsaber, shadow, and displacement All the earth-shattering scars that have been deeply scratched by merciless years Intention and grimness sunk deep into my eyes, the sky that night was very red, like the blood and frost of good fortune. The old man is long but the wolf is the wolf after all The vicissitudes of life, the folds are difficult to smooth out, the stubbornness stands against the west wind, the guard of a piece of history is silent, the mind is stubborn, the temperament does not want to take lightly, the boundary between dream and reality is thin as rice paper The Garden of Eden is both on the other side and on this side, and cross two dead trees for love The name
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