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<p style="color:#333333;font-weight:normal;font-size:16px;line-height:30px;font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;hyphens:auto;text-align:justify;" data-flag="normal"><b>Take a Walk, Finally</b></p><p style="color:#333333;font-weight:normal;font-size:16px;line-height:30px;font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;hyphens:auto;text-align:justify;" data-flag="normal">translated by PLS</p><span><br></span><p style="color:#333333;font-weight:normal;font-size:16px;line-height:30px;font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;hyphens:auto;text-align:justify;" data-flag="normal">Is it the croaking of frogs? It sounds like the two faces of a betting chip, falling in a tremble. As magnificent scenes enter, all music comes to a halt at once. Love for the sake of love as hate for the sake of hate, colourful curtains unveiled by a multitude of spinning games, tossing a coin as a bullet pierces through rum lingering around water, the moment the gravitational centre deviates, is like the burying of a swaying...