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Years Of Creation
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In the painting is the first tree flower I see in spring, and the eye is a flying swallow under the eaves of a house.
The human voice becomes dead silence in front of the natural voice.
At this time, people will suddenly hear the voice in their own hearts, feel lonely, and are frightened and helpless.
The human voice becomes dead silence in front of the natural voice.
No decay to be seen, no sorrow.