The beauty of a woman
Appeares to be renew
By every downpour
Of a morning dreezle
But her beauty is taken away
By the beauty of the fool moon
At night gradually...
The beauty of man
Is reveal by an angelic morning sunrise
But fear
The beauty of the sunset to grow...
Thus, the principle of life
Ride all living Through the circulare path of life
Once live, must later give up breath
The path begins; life
It leads to
A very one destination; death
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