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Whose love, blossomed half-summer? Whose love has become a demon without complaint? Whose love has become empty? Whose love, for a thousand years? This is an ancestral spirit memorial service looking up to the mountains and the sea. This is a long-distance journey of cultural conversion. Here is the ancient battlefield, the ancient battlefield of the battle of gods and devils where mountains crumble and the sea stands. Here is the gentle land, the gentle land of the dance of souls of the past and present. Who remembers that heaven and earth are long, and his/her ethereal form...