Sadness Walking through the Poetic Garden 1 In those days without you, I thinned into small grass
Drawing lot in the rain, praying so keen
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The spring in the north is very short, I will
Embrace this beautiful graden with green
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In the wind, will someone
Pick me up, words fallen
In the rain, will someone
Hark to me, cries risen
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My hoarse singing, already wandering
Far and far away
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I gaze at the silent mound
O world, do not destroy my garden
So I pray
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