(wa..... wa......)

here are a few things in my agenda these days. let me sort them out one by one.
do you have faith in me??

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My youthful heart

The old morning sun will not return
Neither will the stars nor
The moon of the night

Although, in every morning
When you look out the window
In every summer, there will still be
The fresh fragrance of jasmine

Except, there is something
Already vanished deep in the air
In front of the busy crowded market
Wrapped in the startled receding sunset

Oh my youthful heart!
Never will we meet again