The tree infest with termites, or the human being is afflicted
We both saw surviving less
Of those who swear allegiance to the hand of darkness
Just one ray of sunshine suffocates
Who teaches colors to live in buds!
How do dew-drops learn to stop?
How about butterflies?
How about natural colors?
How about the natural movements of winds?
How about the growing bushes?
Don't let these dreams grow in your eyes
Look at the moonlight of the heart, don't be dim
The man laughs even in great sorrow
Even with great pleasure, the eyes become moist
It is life, and it can direct in any direction
so fasten your belt and hold the freezy breath to catch the goal
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