And don’t weep my dear kid
For I will always remain in you
The grapes may seem sore
And the soup may seem tasteless
Yet, the land will always ground
And the skies would always welcome
The tongues may be sharp
And the shoulders may be sly
But my melody will be eternally present
If you try to listen the silence
And You might curse my creator
And complain to the commanding Air
Still, remember my disciple
I still don’t have harsh but Wise Nature
The one that resembles your high school teacher
You can stay here in lively camaraderie
I have the scales employed
I regularly clean the dust
When you want to play,
come here in laps of mahogany
When you want to work, employ my busy day
When you want to rest, choose the gentle night
At last, when you want to sleep
I will restore you to the five elements
Blessing you with a happy afterlife!
Dec 13, 2020
Dec 13, 2020 at 10:26 AM UTC
And don’t weep my dear kid
For I will always remain in you
The grapes may seem sore
And the soup may seem tasteless
Yet, the land will always ground
And the skies would always welcome
The tongues may be sharp
And the shoulders may be sly
But my melody will be eternally present
If you try to listen the silence
And You might curse my creator
And complain to the commanding Air
Still, remember my disciple
I still don’t have harsh but Wise Nature
The one that resembles your high school teacher
You can stay here in lively camaraderie
I have the scales employed
I regularly clean the dust
When you want to play,
come here in laps of mahogany
When you want to work, employ my busy day
When you want to rest, choose the gentle night
At last, when you want to sleep
I will restore you to the five elements
Blessing you with a happy afterlife!