Unpredictable
Unhoped
I have never thought before
It is not the end of dream
Still go on
And never end
I guest
My story,
It is not the real
And I hope not also a dream
You know me
Recognize me
We are a friend
Best friend
Like cloud of morning
Flew over around the sun
Accompanying
Covering it
Together
But just in a moment
Then I saw the falling rain
My land was smiling
And the sun was alone without friend
What does it mean?
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