T-he color red of the eyes
I-s the tears of sorrow;
N-ever be afraid of pain,
A-s you are not
Y-ellow.
C-olor red of the face
U-sually comes from anger;
E-arly November twenty-second,
L-et your heart be tender.
A-fter the cold black night,
N-ew day glows when it's heated;
A-im at the break of dawn, wait for the color red.
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