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We all bend in front of our own soul,
Like the falling star in the night sky
Or like the melting ice
That wet the leaves,
Forgive me-
For I was unable to stay still
Scattered like coins in the dust
Forgive me………….

Tried my best,
But still the door of the palace is far away from my sight
So as the steps of the temple,
Wandering like a piece of tempered cloud
Only smile of the Moon is with me
And no one
Forgive me…………

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Only us know ourselves best and no other! A 10.