Sit in the blue afternoon, flipping through the years to write the diary, pen marks painted those confused, and so clear. Between negligence, disorganized gap I put the Buddha saw my future because there is no sunlight has been in the dark! Sunset, or disappear in the furthest hills, the sky the morning calm restored, if not personally see the sun from rising to falling, who knows this autumn under blue light was across a beautiful arc?

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