So the vacation of the lunar new year faded into the air, but the hovering stress murmurs still at my ears. It shows no sign of wear, but simply takes on another shape, sitting in its chariot, it's as powerful as kismet.
But, of course, not everyone believes in fate. The world conforms with your conception of it, and the stress is the consequence of your own making- it exists only in your imagination.
But, of course, not everyone believes in fate. The world conforms with your conception of it, and the stress is the consequence of your own making- it exists only in your imagination.
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