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Open the sleep of dim moonlight eye,
The morning is deeply cool, the ice was ground the petal of the rose.
The flower has already wither, but for leave of disappointed?
That inebriates a person of red, already the make past go to of .
There is the blood stain of the spot spot however, again red that flower bush.
BE the blood of the finger, still the blood of the heart?
Who know ……
Never wanted to own the whole slice of blue sky,
The channel that think guarding an oneself fly.
Never wanted to occupy all bright,
Want to have to be an and has been guard an own street lamp.
Perhaps it doesn't in the end and perhaps shine on its not enough brightness.
However but is from cradle to the grave to guard heel concomitant.
The road of the front are probably dark, frustrated,
But, as long as have so to belong to an own remaining,
Can also make the heart illuminate.
Bitterness although it is said joy mutually with, the disaster blessing leans on mutually.
However, if want a nipping pain of that awl heart to load a happiness.
BE not one cup sweet poisonous wine?
The deeply drunk is in the happiness, but toxicity from inside go to an outside to send forth,
Until life of dried up.
This is because of happiness but die, still because of pain and sufferings but die?
Who know ……
Like this so,
Let everything return in silent!
Quiet come, walk quietly.
Don't wear trace perhaps, have no color as the water perhaps tasteless.
But is the tendency of the mind.
Some need not forget, is probably life hard up,
Some need not own, is the dream that comes to never probably.
Swim to leave in the reality and the dream world,
BE awake, still asleep? |
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