The word you said yesterday, Made my heart heavy, If I was the smoke of incense, I would have dissolved into air. Even the carved painting on the rock, Has a time of disappearing. Who has created your mind? Which seems permanent. Although the caged hope in me, Fragile as dew, I won’t give up,…
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