Through swimming on the flood
He meanders like a mad
Together with the wind
Invisibly remain
Toward his pilgrimage
No one sees his image
He conceals in darkness
Captive of his weakness
He lives and languishes
Until a star appears
It deeply paws his path
To emerge without fright
A lucent day has come
To start a verdant life
Embellishing his heart
With love it makes him ripe
Kneeling on the river
There's flare he tries to sore
Ant now the tears has gone
It fuses by the sun
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