![Only by experiencing the hellish grind can we cultivate the power to create heaven; only the fingers that have shed blood can pop out the world's absolute sound. - Tagore's The Birds[fig]](data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAP///wAAACwAAAAAAQABAAACAkQBADs=)
A hit Not far Don't leave I believe Here it comes Absolutely loud Thank you Thank you lucky Bmw
02-10
Speechless and speechless, going up to the West Building alone, feelings like water and empty currents? The leaves of the sycamore fall, the piano is empty, and the empty beam is lonely. The clouds are not lonely, tears stain the pipa, looking back on the past with sorrow. Once upon a time there was a square circle...
11-07
