The story of the Evening star, the Morning star
From then on, around dusk, the younger brother's soul stood on the western mountain, bewilderedly looking down. They call it the Evening star. My soul wakes up every time I hear the rooster crowing, at the top of the East Mountain looking for you. That's May star. The soul of the bride, night and night, always crosses from place to place in the vast night sky, sometimes stopping to ask for directions and then rushing back like flying, that is the star of the Pass. As for the hand, the star Rua opens as if to cherish the three rings of suffering souls.
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