Out of of those graveyards There might be flowers and green plants Come beautifully to us... Out of our current life There might be a lot thorns Come through our deeds anytime, so How can we compare those graveyards with Our current life anytime? ! Our life is thorny simply Because we want to be like those ugly thorns Hitting some of us... Out of the tombs' people There come a lot of flowers and a lot Of green plants...so Is our life to be compared to those Of the tombs' people anytime? ! ______________________________________________________________________
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