MAGIC, ARMS AND HISTORY

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Magic， Arms

And History

“我用什么才能留住你？我给你瘦弱的街道、绝望的日落、荒郊的月亮。我给你一个久久望着孤月的人悲哀。”

I offer you lean streets, desperate sunsets, the moon of the jagged suburbs. I offer you the bitterness of a man who has looked long and long at the lonely moon.