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The spring has swayed in my mind, so the life sailor sang, "Why is there no place for you in the middle of life?"

In the middle of a falling afternoon, it was as if a cactus tree, that is, a black-crowned tree, seemed to be dyed. There are times that go by but all that floats in front of your eyes. There is a lot of hope for you. It's nice to be able to describe it to you.