Gently, gently, put a lid on the memories of those happy days.
The feathered saint dances along the weeping sky.
The eternal Earth fills with the fire of joy and sorrow. Droplets of lamentations.
Yet even so, within the deafening thunder, man chooses to walk forward.
Aah...
the feathered saint's wailing swells even louder
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