Missing the old days, in a lump of memories
And so being still, in the midst of greenery
Don't know what will it let me fetch
As the greatest waterfalls give rise to a still lake
May it be so, as the fear says
For my intense efforts, perceiving not desires of mine
And my ambitious imagination, mounting on deeds of mine
And so being still, in the midst of greenery
Don't know what will it let me fetchAs the greatest waterfalls give rise to a still lake
May it be so, as the fear says
For my intense efforts, perceiving not desires of mine
And my ambitious imagination, mounting on deeds of mine
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