Alone again,
On top of the hill,
Embrace the white fog,
Talk to the trees,
Listen to the conversation of birds.
Cut some wood,
Make fire,
Boil water,
Say goodbye to comfortable life.
No question,
No answer,
Happiness is in my breath
And every step of life
Now!
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