The little ants were carrying their food,
all day long before the heavy winter comes.
Everyday I watched their steps,
as they never get tired of their duties
untill they're done.
I've already put my all and soul
in all these works which come
from my hands.
Like the little ants I won't waste
every single day of the spring of my youth
before the winter of my life comes.
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