Looking back, the clouds fly and the wind rises. I do not blame the ancients for not seeing me, but I hate that they do not see my wildness. Those who understand me are a few friends.
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Looking back, the clouds fly and the wind rises. I do not blame the ancients for not seeing me, but I hate that they do not see my wildness. Those who understand me are a few friends.