About You ever thinking,
Day and night exude tears.
Far away You stayed, Darling,
This my house, made gloomy.
By the pitch-black magic of a rainy night,
To get You close, the mind desires...
Alas, like stamen of screwpine,
Upon gloom, hope goes sailing.
On the fragrance of Autumn shephalii,
A raft of white cloud is floating...
You came not into proximity;
Vainly I dress up, flowers replete.
With the tender dawn of my Springtime,
By fresh green leaf, a colored sky...
Searching for where You be, I run dry,
Hell and heavens ever rambling.
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Looking for You the year round, somehow my vanity peters out.
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