Like a river flowing down the mountains,
I pass through shallow and deep gorges.
Like a flower that blooms every morning,
Optimism pulls me out of rut and boredom.
Like a whirlwind on a sunny day,
Faith lets me face the world of unknown.
Like the sun that warms the earth,
Love keeps me company even at midnight.
Like the moon that shines at night,
Dreams keep me excited to see the day.
Like the stars that twinkle from afar,
Hope makes life brighter even in a tunnel.
Like a lighthouse on a hill yonder,
God's grace always puts me back on track.
But, like a book on classics,
Even if read too many times,
People still don't get me.
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