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迷途篇 Going Astray

Comforts

Part One
Huddling up in the corner,
lick your wounds alone.
Hold your breath to listen quietly for every second.

Seemingly, those prying about would rush out
to torture you in dungeon at any moment.

Four mountains

override to
suppress you till surrender.
Neither hesitating nor denying,
you reveal but in jitteriness.

No more defiance,
even the last thought of resistance is eclipsed.

With all compliance,

you merely beg for a little bit tenderness.
However, the audience
has already been fed up with your gabbles,
but you have no one to pour out innermost feelings.

The threshold of temple
deceives you by credence.
The intelligent man passing by in haste

responds to you ambiguously without any consolations.
Moreover, master goes so far as to

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