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wheat field
People will see you.
I think you are warm and beautiful.
I'm standing at the center of your painful questioning
You burned me.
I stand on the painful awn of the sun.
wheat field
Mysterious questioner
When I stand in front of you in pain
You can't say I have nothing.
You can't say I'm empty-handed
autumn
It's late autumn, and the eagles gather in God's house.
God's hometown eagle in words
It's late autumn and Wang is writing a poem.
Autumn in this world is very deep.
I haven't got what I deserve.
The lost has long been lost.