I intend to write you a poem, but what can I say ,the lanterns sparkling on the running river cry in the wind ,I stand still by the running river and wake up to another day ─the sparkling red lanterns and the running river are playing a gentle tune─ a million years of wonder and promise as they say‧
I have ever drowned for a year, a hundred years, and thousand years.
Nature and flair dided not need the promise to testify.
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