In a moon lit night On the lane at the mountain root I see your placid smile emerging through haze.
Elegy composed the desolation suffuse slowly without a tune.
I know Great norm 'the change' only exist unchanged eternally.
Nevertheless, I don't want to change I want to nestle your sweet smell tomorrow too.
In the hermitage of love constantly for the rest of my life contemplating the past, passed away I'll protect the celibacy for the sake of you and your great love.
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