in my childhood
i always looked forward
my eyes shone light
explored the life direction
the people praised my eyes
how beautiful and bright
When I grew into a girl
I always bowed head in meditation
the perplexed before my eyes
I do not know where i go
Youth praised my eyes
waht gentle sight
on the night when flowers faded
When the windows were covered with frost in autumn
I didn't look forward any more
didn't bow head in meditation either
I often close my eyes
my heart is empty
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