The step fast with younger age,
But all round more deep green wood,
Which side step towards,
I feel sorry self that
Look like a small bird
On every side to stand mountains,
So magnificent in my eyes.
I believe deeply,
There is many road
But I am afraid
That my journey time
To lose with seeking for road
Oh, I am confused.
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