This year, water flows downwards with the flow leaving her to the next person, two dogs, three fish in a person's life, green lamp lights swaying, lurking in the poetry of dogs, live black and white reversed, three fish swimming day and night. One day a dog is lost. The other, that death is dead, then it lies on the ground twitching, with only a few body temperatures left, diluted in the cold air still alive well, when death tears specifically hide his face in front of a person, plants as a lonely dark night drift in long hair, kept swaying like a fish, red eyes, the temperature of the life guard.
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(Note: The original text appears to be somewhat poetic or metaphorical, and some parts may not have a direct literal meaning.)