Get up. . .
Good morning everyone, I have to face this dirty world again... A feeling of guilt comes over me...
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Heart chilled to the core, sword leaves the hand, roads to the ends of the earth, do not look back. Autumn winds sweep the leaves, but the dust does not fall; winter snow wounds the heart, yet tears leave no trace. You, like the fallen petals drifting into the mortal world, seem to be love yet not love, intentionally or unintentionally; and I, like a moth trying to escape the extinguished lights, seem dead yet not dead, with or without intention. The autumn wind blows away leaf by leaf, yet cannot carry away a trace of my sorrow; the winter snow takes away lifetimes of worldly dust, yet cannot take away a bit of my infatuation. A phrase of laughter, a moment of full smile; a cup of bitter wine, a smile resolves a thousand sorrows; a grove of maple trees, a single leaf reveals the autumn. Withered vows, yellowed promises, all drift away with the wind.
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