The humble world of mortals, deeply shallow, drifting heavy. Can't see once footprint, suffered much true. Feeling of estrangement and apathy, ways of the world also tasted the drift earth led that followed. The heartache of the past, those innocent years, everything seems like fireworks, in helpless, drink vicissitudes of life. Those who smile, warm and cool of silent dust precipitation. Many of the road, after the people and things, then translate in specific.
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