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</></>They say, to enjoy the modern life, you need nuclear. Oh, it’s safe and clean so don’t worry, my dear. But, when encountering the things that happen every hundred years, They would say, well, there is still something not so sure and clear.

(To enjoy the song for this poem, please see the poet's profile for the website.) God bless the hungry, in Columbia or in Cambodia, in Europe or in Ethiopia.

(To enjoy the music for this poem, please see the poet's profile for the website.) </></></>Up the hill, the Tung blossoms of this year are awake, Above the green ocean, flying their white snowflakes.