PURITY
Because my father planted me with the wheat seeds,
I can see my soul on our watery face.
It is melting at noon like a child.
Oh, the purity it holds.
How I miss it.
A LEAF
Like a leaf in a river,
That's how I wanted to live,
But now I'm afraid,
Because my color has become more strange
THE BIRDS
The birds don't lie
because they are wild.
Listen to their chants;
they will revive loyalty
In your emigrant soul.
Oct 5, 2025
Oct 5, 2025 at 3:31 AM UTC
PURITY
Because my father planted me with the wheat seeds,
I can see my soul on our watery face.
It is melting at noon like a child.
Oh, the purity it holds.
How I miss it.
A LEAF
Like a leaf in a river,
That's how I wanted to live,
But now I'm afraid,
Because my color has become more strange
THE BIRDS
The birds don't lie
because they are wild.
Listen to their chants;
they will revive loyalty
In your emigrant soul.
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