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I came here, surrounded by snow.
As I walked forward, a cloud of smog shrouded me.
What to do, to be honest, I have no idea. Just go forward. Go back, turn left, turn right. Snow is flying, although it is now the sixth master. only. Full of expectations and fantasies. "Swallow, how can I live without you, Swallow?" So.
I left here. Go out of the way. Blow blow. Go elsewhere.
Not only my brother here, but also my end here.
I am just a passer-by here, and this is not my destination.
