My life-stream, it flows onward.
Dancing it races, unknown what it tells;
What is that heavenly realm it looks toward.
Oh the Unknown Guest, lunar date You don't respect;
Rather, a fast-moving love-song in throat ever,
Please say, it races to which place unfamiliar?
Demolished, this my river's coastlines two;
Even then, it is always painted by Your hue.
To be broke, my psychic mirror won't continue;
Upon it Your splendid beauty sparks!
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To proceed is Your main message.
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