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People who are not pigeons and flowers lie on their backs

The mound of dreams

The dream Village

Some people grow burdock on the hillside and others on the wall

Then he lay down and didn't want to come out

He knows the shadow of flowers, the shadow of starfish

He knew the shadow was the sea

The lush queue walked forward in praise

Someone will turn into the ashes of the grassland

Turned into snow and flowed out of the village, and the crows were withering

A heavy bird knocked over the land

There are always people who want to become the road of the blind, the road of the song

There is always a hand to the land of the soul

Someone always has a cool glow on his face

There are always trees to separate the air, the river and the earth

Make life stop breathing and be surrounded by its own fragrance