Song of Albatross, of freedom, of aspiration, of prayer, of a fledging bird that is wandering, hovering and waiting..."that made the bleeze to blow"
谁此时没有房子,就不必建造,谁此时孤独,就永远孤独,就醒来,读书,写长长的信,在林荫路上不停地徘徊,落叶纷飞。
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