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sprouts from a stump
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"Blood splattered in the palace, a night of revelry. Some people drink alone in front of the end of the world, some people lie drunk on the edge of the river of forgetfulness. Ten more years, dusty face. Who's green silk flying snow? Who sleeps long? Who meet strangers but not see!" Flying red sleeve layer like blood, that dance is the sleeve or body surging hot? What kind of secret is hidden in that blood, which makes the world be amazed...