We walk
On the path of history.
We hear
All sound of the sky.
The sky is our history,
And it is the truth.
We are void,
Like the blue whale.
We act not through words
But we perform real deeds.
Dateless our life,
Here, stone we are.
Truth we search
In the area of the sky.
The sky, we collect
On this earth.
And the earth, we
Are to enjoy.
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