Eternal debris lying stagnant in the lap of time;
The green meadows still desolate;
The life and death of millions of brave spertercus rounding in a vicious circle.
...
To touch the depression of an ancient manuscript, I was fascinated.
When I read the pages, strangely I saw my first print!
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And then, I reached to the false station.
I didn't know anything of this.
Without human being, this platform,
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