Does the word power of old wield
Does He Cultivate Sacred Thunder
And in the heart of the strangest
Brings meaning and a fresh taste
Can it turn into an eternity today
A hearty day to paint
And make nothing go away
Effectively, this treasure can be preserved
Is It Worth Maintaining the Garden
What beauty spreads out
At the door of joy may he bow
He keeps calling the blue sky
Inside, he's asking.
Sentimental Silent Heart
The face pierced by a drop of dew
That's all I can and nothing else...
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The usual thunders will come tomorrow
As always, they will long out their hands
To choice up the remainder of the speech
To hurt the heart as usual
So it is crucial to survive
It's a necessity not to elect
To make a good word a commandment
Which tames the evil elements
You feel... that erstwhile once we were
The reflection of life in your eyes
We've been walking on 1 narrow path.
A trembling contact in your emotions












