You're tired of life
Then you want to escape
But you forget that
Wild waves are not in the sheltered bay
Strong wind blows the flighty clouds
Only after the ears of wheat bow
fallen leaves
Will willingly return to
The earth
It's like the ultimate destination of every single life
Winter thinks of autumn
It's because of the earth
It contains epic beauty
The fallen leaves of Durant
Falling into your soul
Suddenly tears fly
Flying to the world where there is no boredom
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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