I hope that All our pains and all our sufferings Will go away Like these passing clouds That cross into unknown lands, As long as our cares and our pains are Hovering over our heads, then We will be in awkward situations Simply because we can not do anything Without being cleared well, We count days to set ourselves free from These pains, these sufferings, and these cares... If things get cleared, then Our whole coming days will be the best days ever... Like passing clouds, Bad things will go away Sooner or later... I am hopeful that the coming days Will be better in their forms and in Their contents too... ______________________________________________________________________
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