Friday, 29 March 2019

WISDOM, TINIEST DROP IN OCEAN

Passing time is only throw off to mere echoe,
We have no control, not even a little,
Alas! At last echoe shall eat whole as sky.
All i can do is produce trickling droplet sound in space.

Hope has portion of pain. Pain has a portion of hope. By acquiring some we lose some, by losing some we acquire some. Life is to compromise and see sun of tomorrow. [愉快]

Tiredness I realized is shutting your mind and experiencing body commit lots of flaws. Memory just remains far away. Man of facts, thus, can't be a great poet in originality. Lots of dialogues and scenes are left crying without recognition by my memory. 

Life is autumn cloud,
Different same is its season,
Dancing to tune of humidity and time,
If wish are to turn real I have wish,
Be born as time immovable,
And as an immortal cloud.
Or I would buy most expensive of diamonds,
Turn to rope and tie,
Time and humidity thus is choked to death.
But autumn autumn remain till you can.


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