Shall I walk
Or stop?
I think deeply
About it at late night,
But I can't decide,
Finally I fall asleep,
In the next morning,
A soft little hand wakes me up,
She smiles sweetly,
I also smile with great ease,
I know the wonderful meaning of it,
Yes, glorious time is surely waiting for me.
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