My drowsy mind seeks peace of mind
my drowsy mind is unable to tolerate
the pains of withering flower
my infinite cogitation has made my mind
drosy, snatched all lucidity
made my life like the camphore
does not know how to melt.
If you ask the reason
it is very simple, how long
should i invade the exaggeration
so, i have switched off my mind
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