Is it passion, is it fate?
or an obsession that wont abate?
Life fulfilled with a thorny tree
Would we impale self to the thorn sharpest?
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Oh dear Spring!
I hear your tender walking crossing over the hills
Your harmony songs wake up the shining green
Where the birds joyously tweeting
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I think I started loving your feet
From that moment you stepped in the train that I was in
Your feet made a step for a journey of thousand miles to begin
Sometimes we dont really know the destination we come with our own walk....
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Here I am alone again
in the middle night
hearing tons of thoughts
yet come with no sense
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The winter's cold still lingered within
But the sunlight's soon shining brightly
What's there with your eyes restrained?
To go on to love or not to love?
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