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在阴霾的三月，孤独的心灵游荡在冰冷的街头。逃荒农女有灵泉
2025-10-31 00:53:13
An autumn day and the first winter night in the high mountains: it is hunting season. The paths of animals and humans cross and fade away. Swathes of mist blur the boundaries between dream, imagination and reality.
- 上一篇：去时小妇缝衣袖，归日燕支拥绣旗
- 下一篇：这个男人来自疯狂世界，打破常规。
