On time…
Where to go I don’t know
standing in the middle of four directions,
all attracts me, what to choose don’t know
standing paralysed without actions.
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Only thinking and thinking
what makes me better,
In this way time is running and running
every birthday makes me younger.
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One day heavy storming
swept me away,
now I am regreting
with two hands empty.
- The End -
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