Deep in my memories
Unwanted pictures of life
Unwanted thoughts of life
Can I bid them good-bye?
Can I abandon them?
When i bethink all of these.
I feel the gathering bloom
With frivolity I look at.
The frippery of this generation
and glitz of the glitterati
But the solitude of nature.
The sorrow of nature.
The melancholic touch of a gentle rain,
The elegy of a cadenced breeze.
They are my soul and spirit
They are my heart and heart beat
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