This day if we afar, then we may visit in the rivière
Like arid flowers that are fuzzed in books,
Look for pearls of devolution in devastated people
Maybe you can detect this store-house in bad people,
Neither you are sovereign nor is my love like an apostle,
If we both are human beings, then why should we meet in whopping,
Why not affix the grief of the macrocosm to the sorrows caused by my beloved,
After all when the quencher are mixed, the narcotic increases,
Ye and I are not the analogical, nor do we have the identic fortune,
It is as two phantom meeting in the desert of inclination.
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