The way you walked was thorny, through no fault of your own, but as the rain enters the soil, the river enters the sea, so tears run to a predestined end. Your suffering is over, Bela my son. Now you will find peace.
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804 | 2024-01-21 20:08:27 | 104.79 | 96% |
258 | 2019-12-23 02:33:57 | 81.29 | 96% |