Our relationship is just like chips of trees
With people in the trip of a lifetime
Of which remains yield
Overlooking warmer and shines a light
From the warmth of the sun
And the brightest moon
It remains always a constant landmark
And recorded in the log of life
Line by line a great impact
Pecked and painted on stone
Some falls and does not return
Never leave any remains or trace
And become like a point of water
In the vicinity of the sea and the river
It decays and dissolves
Day by day and all eternity
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