I am with words of simplicity,

And now just with the words of fall.

Waters fall and down the terrains fall,

With wits and courage, with life and knowledge.


Distinct two sides of roads, its ends can’t meet,

Even through moderate patience and passion.

Distinct two souls of humanity, its ideals can’t meet,

Even through hardwork and life discussion.


Bridges of burden, but of thoughts who clear,

The lifelines and summary of pasts.

Heights of words, with what they reach,

With starry belief but with bloomy stark.


I live with fairy papers of lifeless breath,

Yet they appear surprisingly arrogant.

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