Neither winter reaches summer anymore
nor i feel the sun in my eyes
Neither rain prisoner the desert
nor the flowers bloom as I like
The springs on the plateau will continue to flow unaware of your absence
From the out-of-sight narrow streets of your city,
even if not filling in your lungs, the sawdust will fly
There will be yesterdays, todays and tomorrows
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