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Time is treacherous, no matter how different day and night are.
No matter how long the nights and ecstasy of fate.
The long nights are attracted by the moon.
The joy of the days are overshadowed by age.
Summer is colored green and red.
And spring flowers are yellow.
In the fall, the leaves fall.
Winter is white, the opposite of black.
Time has betrayed all types and colors of people.
It is hard and strong like steel and stone.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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