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Come,
let us be the rain,
So that we can purify our hearts from the dust of sorrow,
So that we can make flowers out of the scent of garlic,
So that like the colorful buds,
When the rain leaves,
In the sky of our hearts,
Our memories remain.
Viyata Barunmash sequences
BORUN BASHI
古墓屋裡的那個女孩 讀者名叫房契容
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