There must be love.
The love for singing in the killing room, the pleasure in the duel...
The love for beauty before leaving, I found the last heartbeat when I left...
The love of poetry behind the veil, life is those poetry and the distance...
The love of dreams by the stream, Mr. Treasure! I found you...
Love for the future on the trip, because of her, I would love to have a home...
The love of life before the end, six girls and a bouquet of roses...
There must be death.
Those who draw guns slowly, die.
Steal cattle and horses, die.
Can't make money, die.
Sneak attack from behind and die.
Yin and Yang wrong, die.
The end has come, death.
By the way, there must be horses.
Old man, only next time I will ask you to listen to me play the piano!
Old man, stop and don't move I'm about to suffocate!
Old man, at least that chicken is lighter than me!
Old man, sing, fish, dig treasures and pack up the night!
Old man, why didn't you come back with her!
Old boy! Once you start you can never stop!
Written on a sultry afternoon
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