The dawn has gone, the dusk has arrived;
The baby birds has grown and fly away from their nest;
The petals has fallen, the flower withered;
The the time flows by without the ticks of the clock.
My hair has turned grey, teeth has dropped;
Skin has wrinkled, like a train tracks running on my face;
My body is weakened, my smile is strong;
Seconds has passed like the flowing river.
The seed has merged, the roots are deepen;
Trees has grown, fruits are bear;
The rain departed, the rainbow arrived;
You are still here, stringing and un-stringing the guitar.
Has the tune gone with the wind?
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