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哪有这么顺的一路，的一次打TI就能拿冠军啊？没打好没事儿回来找到原因就行了嘛？你是人又不是神。

The ballad narrated about a witcher and a poetess. About that how they met by the seaside, among the cry of the gulls, about their love on the first sight. About that how beautiful and strong was their love. About that nothing, even death wouldn't be able to break it. Dandelion knew that no one would believe in that story, but he didn't worry about that. He knew that ballads are not written for people to believe in them, but to be moved by them. A few years later Dandelion could change the ballad, write about that what really happened. He didn't. The real story wouldn't move anyone. Who'd want to listen about that the witcher and the Eyelet parted ways to never see eachother again, even once? About that she died during the epidemic in Vizima four years later? About that how he, Dandelion, carried her in his arms from between the burning piles of corpses and buried her, far away from the city, in the forest, lonely and tranquil, and with her, as she asked, two things - her lute and her azure pearl. The pearl, that she never parted with. No, Dandelion let the first version of the ballad remain, but even though, he never sang it to anyone. Never.

Living means having a bond with others... Paying attention to others... Loving someone... Hating someone... Having fun being with someone. Taking someone's hand. That's what it means to live. If you're all alone, you can't tell that you exist. Your relationship with others is what defines being alive. I know my mind exists, since I can interact with others. I know my body exists because others touch me. That's where the purpose to being alive comes from.