Stop a while in the cross road
Before walking up hill
Life are full of choices
Except, step backward for the looser
One road surrounding by the wild flowers
Colourfull natural beauty
Might be watch by wild animals
At the edge of steep slope
Another road climbing up the hill
Walking through the broken wall
Might be the goldly solid stone
Watering from pure waterfall
To enjoy fullfill life
Praying for the wisdom
Precaution for preferring the road
Thingking through so many options
Take a wrong path
Might be a looser
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