Mother,
Why is the river laughing?
Why, because the sun is tickling the river
...
Human beings on this small orb
sleep, waken and work, and sometimes
wish for friends on Mars.
...
I lost an utterly trivial item.
Nothing that would trouble me greatly not to have
nor something I associate with fond memories.
...
Because music never ends,
I cannot stay here.
I walk across the sward of life
...
I went alone back to the old days.
Butterflies are fluttering under the cloudy skies of those old days.
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I would have lived my whole life
just having loved her.
And once having died
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Having parted with the evening glow
I meet with night.
But the angrier red clouds go nowhere
...