From early morning till dusk,

How many times have I missed you,

In such beauty,

You waited silently,

Don't dare to expect my response.

In such a blandness,

You smile and listen to my spit,

How many times have I been touched by you,

And how many times have I sworn to you,

Forget each other in this vast sea of people.

I'm still me,

You're still you.

I'm leaving,

You wait.

I hate it,

You are subjected to...

I don't know if it's a past life,

Thou hast borne me,

In this life,

Or,

I have borne you in this life,

The next life becomes the path under your feet,

Recognize that you have trampled on this drive of my humility,

Steady and slow progress····

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