When living is a saddle
Look away from the apparent horizon and you will discover a novel world
Look at the stars and you will experience wondrous beauty
Look at the moon and you will know love in its pure form, for the moon never leaves the earth alone
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I wander on a silent night
Through the memories and through my thoughts
I wander on a lonely path
Burdened with the thoughts of the past
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The moment she wakes up
She folds her hands and prays to the heaven above
For the health of her child
For the happiness of her child
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If not for a poet's imagination
Words would have lost its bewitching sensation
For the moon would have only been a large rock
And the mist in the morning air some water vapour
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