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People come and go, such is history. And among them are our shadows, such is life.

At the moment one stops to look at others, he simply sees himself.

But flowers keep on blooming, rains keep on falling, and the Nature remains young.

From nowhere to nowhere, we just keep on walking.

Standing out or not, you are actually not outstanding, you are always in the line.

We come and go, leaving crying, singing, and dancing in the shrine.

Such is our story.

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