Life goes on and on,
Never give up.
It makes a way of gay,
Who knows when it will end?
Just never depress and bend
Life withers but one time it blooms.
It betrays you and makes you gloom,
You give it up,
The life is frustration,
It dries up your relaxation.
The life is like a bird,
Who flies in the air and play,
It then grew up and flees away.
But it rolls up once, and inspires me,
Life astray but revert.
October, 2024
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