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I want to go south, where there is no autumn, where the cold doesn’t crouch over one like a snow-leopard waiting to pounce. The heart of the North is dead, and the fingers of cold are corpse fingers.
我想去南方，那里没有秋天，那里的寒冷不会像雪豹一样蜷缩在那里等着扑过来。北方的心是死的，寒冷的手指是死的手指。