A person’s life? Empty water bubbles.
Eighty years passed in a dream.
Now I throw away my leather sack,
The wheel of the red sun sinks in the West.
Eighty years passed in a dream.
Now I throw away my leather sack,
The wheel of the red sun sinks in the West.
A person’s life? Empty water bubbles.
Eighty years passed in a dream.
Now I throw away my leather sack,
The wheel of the red sun sinks in the West.
Eighty years passed in a dream.
Now I throw away my leather sack,
The wheel of the red sun sinks in the West.
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