Sometimes a tree dies waiting for just a drop of rain
crops wither in the cultivation fields
in this way, a person's whole body becomes weak
thinking about the purpose of life
Can one give up desire easily?
There was no need to say if you could leave
Everything goes as it should
that is the law of nature
we cannot explain everything
even if we could understand it
we cannot contain everything
I couldn't give up on what I wanted to achieve
What will be its future?
Found or lost?
Will it end in sadness or will it end in happiness?
I am a tree waiting for rain
standing by the side of the road
people are talking about me
and I have not stopped praying for rain
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