The white tone spent in the cold wind eloquently conveys a tragic landing into darkness, flickering within Ling-feng's gloom as it searches for direction in every corner of the earth. With white, black, and blue skies cloudily covered, buried in chic under the cold light of publicity, they freely dance through the night that marches on. I like the white snow glowing in the night.
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