People with feet are present. The mineral veins under the snow are all dead grasslands. Every ice crystal has passed through lightning. Add another fold to the mantle. You are 29 years old. 31 years old. All the footprints, those left in the wilderness, have been trampled upon in the lost years. I have drawn a book, I have drawn you and me, there is only one eternal night in my life. "
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Note: #07 is from Weibo @Thomas · Slow