We are two inharmonious worlds as a cry.
as if we like sins, deliberately happened
as if we were obstinately juggling
the calmness of water and moment.
Two divergent epochs we are
Between wilderness and return,
so especial and so distinguished
in the width of text and amazement.
Listening as if we heard our voices
runaway from our mouths and burn and
Crying as if it's comeback like fulgurite.
So miserable this life will be,
if it's not 'gathering two separated person '
misled by echo, not longing!
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