Dews are the tears
Plants shed in the morning
After a mournful night
Tears are the rain the eyes cause the cheeks
To be drenched in when laughter
Refuses to show up in the daytime.
The plants wave their hands
And the wind dries up the dews
Or the shins of man mop up
The mist leaves hold in their tips
And bare happiness is laid.
The heart sheds joy
When it is testified that sorrow is gone
And the eye a tear
When melancholy is the guest!
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