Do not wander there
It’s getting dark in the alleyway
A small group of stars sneaking out
Quietly
Plotting to besiege a giant withered tree
Do not wander there
The dream is too deep
You have no feathers, nor wings
Life cannot measure the depth of death
Do not wander there
Go off the little hill
Life takes reiteration
And by reiteration, it forms its path
Do not wander there
Parting is despair
Bidding farewell to the valley full of wind
Tears are the only bliss
Do not wander there
Lights and fresh flowers
By the fringe of the cornfield
Are lifting the heavy curtain of another sunrise
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