Wu Gen came from the mountains. Qing was originally a thief, but he joined the army. Walking in light and darkness, playing in black and white, beneath the playful surface is an unruly heart.
The broken sword and the remaining wine are singing and wandering in the sky, wandering in the distance, disturbed by the wind and clouds. Come, come, sons and daughters, follow me and burn down the endless barriers in this world.
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