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I get drunk at night, but I never know the truth. At night, he falls into the river, and the grass is too slippery for him. But when he woke up, he realized that everything had changed, what happened to him, was he reborn? Not waiting for their own slow God, was laughed at by others, ears echoed for a long time, the word of waste material.