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迷途篇 Going Astray
in joy you are weeping.
Warding off no confinement,
yet you can wake up.
Weariness you cannot walk out,
yet you can clamor.
Convincing nobody,
you shall do your utmost.
Even you are buried in the
restricted space and time,
with desperation and helplessness.
“But this is a people plundered and looted, all of them trapped in pits or hidden away in prisons.”
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