Just when I thought
I should be at peace
By myself, ensconcing
Upon a peace-stool
...
The footsteps to your philosophical path
Nearly tempted me into your philosophical path
But I escaped miraculously to another path
A hair-breadth's escape
...
This Tree planted
By the riverside
Shall never wither
It shall bring forth
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The fall of that Tree
Not the fault of that Tree
Could be the fault of man
Always disrespecting nature
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Firm-rooted flowering plants
They begin to sprout and spring
Blossoming, blossoming
Luring me into their circle of blossom
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