That far horizon is located behind the pretty sun, but We can see it clearly and openly Simply because it's a glimpse of hope We trace it in spite of all obstacles That surround us from all directions, Hope, even if it lies behind that far horizon, never Disappear and it never fades away Simply because we're behind till the end, We never give up looking for that pretty hope Because it is our last safe haven Which we track greatly and beautifully, Regardless of all stumbling-blocks here and there, but We keep an eye on that hope Until we grasp it beautifully To be our pretty tomorrow and it will be our brilliant future Which we made up our minds about it before.
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