i walk slowly in this world
never know haste
i already put him aside
along with his courtesies
i have work and leisure
this consumed my all time
when i graduated from school
with a youth 's behooved ideal
begin to make arduous efforts in deep valley
in the brink of prize ring
i stare at the broomcorn in the field
they cap suns
dew trembles that is because of feeling cold
my chiffon nightgown wraps around my shoulders
i stopped in front of a house
the water on earth rose up
inundated the roof before my eyes
i cannot see the flying wings of doves
from then on, the centuries are so brief
just as my lover's love
i suspect
the carriage that takes me to stroll here
this horse's head
must be toward the direction of the great beyond
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