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As lively as all the children in the spring

Break through the dark trails that its mother had imprisoned for a winter

The darkness is filled with old thoughts and death

Let's be scared of what we do

Saving for a trace of residual cold

Like a reed swinging in the water

Like a flock of chicks in the shade of a hen

Like a row of flower bones blown in the wind

Make a transparent raindrop like in spring

Leaning on the fingertips of the tree

Let's kiss the skin of the big virgin together

Leave it to the sun

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