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The world is but a single step, A hundred step a minute; People live with miseries. Heaven is as clear as history; Therefore, I use heaven as a mirror. To portrait those that suffer, Those who worries, And those who bear so sorrow, How many can live so carefree? Your heart are troubled; Yet my heart says otherwise. In the end, where you find sorrow; I find happiness. Life is all about perspective; Those who live suffer; Those who suffer will live; Life is suffering.
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Dec 12, 2021
Dec 12, 2021 at 4:49 AM UTC
Heaven as clear as history
The world is but a single step, A hundred step a minute; People live with miseries. Heaven is as clear as history; Therefore, I use heaven as a mirror. To portrait those that suffer, Those who worries, And those who bear so sorrow, How many can live so carefree? Your heart are troubled; Yet my heart says otherwise. In the end, where you find sorrow; I find happiness. Life is all about perspective; Those who live suffer; Those who suffer will live; Life is suffering.
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Dec 12, 2021
Dec 12, 2021 at 4:49 AM UTC
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