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Who Was Yelling My Name Bellow the Moon
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We are all born alone and would die alone,we all face to love and hate.We would go through everything alone,but why we still feel alone even though we are suffering the same things. Such a world bellow the moon ,we just like come from the wind with dust and we fade away in the wind with dust. I grow with the grass in spring , come out with flowered peony in summer , and I would damp off in the earth with fallen leafages in fall,light on the ground with the wind in winter .
This blatant world is so quiet that I can hear something when I am promenading on the cloud to rove the world. Oh ,yes,I heard your voice ,and all in a sudden,I remember your name bellow the moon.
Thank you。