Sweet, sweet,
it is time to be
more sweet in both
private and public life.
Birds are forgetting
their thirst.
Animals are forgetting
their hunger.
It is time to go on study
with the grass and with the ruin,
The road is razor ridge,
But space is not narrow for the wind.
Let us learn from the wave
How to water the life.
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