S wallows may have gone, but there is a time of return; willow trees may
have died back, but there is a time of regreening; peach blossoms may
have fallen, but they will bloom again. Now, you the wise, tell me, why
should our days leave us, never to return? — If they had been stolen by
someone, who could it be? Where could he hide them? It they had made the
escape themselves, then where could they stay at the moment?
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