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My mind is wet, eyes are also wet
Now there is only ash in the burnt relationships,
My mind is scorched,
Its wings are burnt

There are not enough straws in the ruined nest
In the snow storm
There are fallen leaves,
One branch of a fig tree,
And there are many traps

The seasons are murderous, 
the weather is ruthless
In which forest of heat,
Has the shade gone astray

On the scorched earth
There is tired feet
There is no illusion of destination anywhere
On the body of the moon
There are the stings of the new moon,
The swans of dreams
Lying wounded
The sequence of breaths seems meaningless

The oars have broken
And there is a gust of rage,
In the raging river
The boat is helpless
How can the efforts of the boatman be successful
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