In true blossoms this world has lived
And far throughout it will aspire.
Love and hate are the two halves
Of the kingdom which had to face the fire.
True self-esteem shall arise the laughs
In the saddest of the hearts.
Grandeur of the heavenly orchard
Shall give rise to earthly and lively arts.
In the ending part, ecstasy has been aroused!
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