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There is a missing piece. I misplaced it in a previous existence. Like a rootless plant, Somehow blooming into a flower— Yet missing a petal— In a wilderness no soul has ever entered. A creek passes by, Whispering tales of forest spirits. Where have they been? When will they go? Where or when was I once caressed by the heavenly rain? It was not the flower that asked, but the missing piece. 有一枚失落的碎片， 被我遗落在前世某处。 像一株无根之植， 在无人涉足的荒野 无故开出花来—— 又缺了一瓣。 溪流途经， 低语着森灵的传说。 它们所到何处？ 又将何时远走？ 何时何处， 我曾蒙天霖轻抚？ 发问者非花， 而是那枚失落的碎片。
