In a certain time
Rise you
And down
As a result
The world is black
And white
World itself adjust
In that
Everything is adjusted
In order to
Rise they
And down
To me the certain time
Is obviously uncertain
When you rise
I set down
Sometimes stagnant
Silent and hidden
Hasty time insists
And its world is
Angry with me
I am called mad
Look around you and
I can only smile
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