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Suddenly fall
Forests always hide hide
Their mysteries at the heart of almost anything
In a eulogy, a glance
Their feeling radiates the edge of roses
Their departure is a good evening
I often see the distant mountains
Autumn walk in the wind coat
When the feast years distant
I sail right through without a word
Silence is the root of feelings