Speechless and speechless, going up to the West Building alone, feelings like water and empty currents? The leaves of the sycamore fall, the piano is empty, and the empty beam is lonely. The clouds are not lonely, tears stain the pipa, looking back on the past with sorrow. Once upon a time there was a square circle...
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