The melody of the sound of the whispering wind carries off my drizzling heart.
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The azure sky, cleared up, turns lavender.
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A dim mirage comes out in a radiant state,
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making me wander together with the recollections I'm clinging onto.
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The thoughts in the form of caltrop lanterns I collected become my road signs of return.
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One single crest is born out of millions of words.
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The sound of my running feet turns into a distant sound of eternity.
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With these two hands, I begin etching a spiral oath.
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In the instant when water bubbles burst, my quiet heart flutters in the wind of life.
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The pale blue clouds float in the pink sunset sky.
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The swaying crimson slips out of the confining enclosure
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and flies over the tiny space between dream and reality.
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The caltrop lanterns of thoughts I collected become signs of the path I've been guarding.
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One single crest is born out of many layers of motley feathers.
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The depth of the eyes of beginning stretched beyond the ends of the end.
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With these two hands, I begin etching a firm oath.
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Thousands of voices from the heart resound through the faint clouds.
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The amber wishes reflect off the surface of the waters.
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Rather than hover over my shadow, please go on ahead and wait for me there,
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oh the heaven above me.
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The pervading thoughts in the form of caltrop lanterns weave into road signs to the unknown.
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Yes, one crest is born out of millions of words.
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The sound of my racing heart turns into a distant sound of eternity.
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With my body, I begin etching all my oaths.
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