Let not the road end
I want to proceed both
Upward and downward,
I want to go on and on.
If the sun is in pain,
What shall I do?
If you are the laughing-stock
of the moon,
What shall I do?
I am not the stone
Who can stay as before.
I have my own respiratory system,
With vein and vessel.
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