Then I heard the drum of time, beating the broken bones in the dark night of the primitive forest.
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You stumble and end up with a wound, as if it was for the remnants of youth
When around the wheat field for wild chestnut, strong for the monk's house cook mountain soup.
Les années sont un voyage sans retour. Le bon et le mauvais sont des paysages.
你说你会爱我一辈子,但是我居然忘了问是这辈子,还是下辈子。