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我在人烟稀少的地方，偷偷捡起些许碎片，我定睛一看，原来是迷失的自己。

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There little thoughts are rustle of leaves; they have their whisper of joy in my mind.

这些零碎的思想，是树叶沙沙之声，它们在我的心里，欢快地低语着。

The mistery of creation is like the darkness of the night -it is great. Delusions of the knowledge are like the frog of the morning.

创造的神秘，有如夜的黑暗——它是伟大的，而知识的幻影却如清晨之雾。