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At the end of the day, the journey begins👾 This is the sea, but to the burning poet👾 It looks like a sack that encloses with a drawstring👾 The morning is fresh. Destiny is disappointed👾 The tree of hope seems to bear fruit👾 I will not break this promise of language👾 Yes, but this arrogant heart is afraid👾 We do not have the understanding of love, but👾 It is known that this game has a head start.