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A thousand days of drunkenness, a dream of golden millet. Chasing the kite and the stars to the ground, only t…

A thousand days of drunkenness, a dream of golden millet. Chasing the kite and the stars to the ground, only to find... a real stone. Waking from the dream, life's reflections and cherished memories remain. The mortal world fades, but the original heart is never forgotten.

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