Life is like toiling in the oil pot
Family's stomach
are extended outwards like a sunflower
...
Through the lush reeds
I hear your clear voice
Without seeing your beautiful figure
...
Distant hill
I saw an old man
With an emaciated figure
sitting under the green ginkgo tree
...
Falling in love with you
I was like
climbing on a fancy rope
Hard I know
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Sunset
laying her head
on the mountain's shoulder
I am laying on yours
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Standing under the dappled shade
against the warm sunlight
Looking up
...
I was astonished
by watching the falling leaves
Branches and land
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Standing in front of the mirror
practise practise prctise
practise untill it becomes perfert
...