Sometimes I feel a nameless sadness,
Looking dried leaves withered branch.
Each smile spreads a cool stream,
Discs of suns dances and redden with the flame of golden glowing.
Through the flower buds;
Rain still falls down, spreading through the air.
Flickering red flame beats the drum alone in the dark,
Sharpness like wine relieves of the droplet of grievous winter.
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