<Flowers and Leaves>
Author/Tian Yu
It's hot,
it's cold,
it's love and it's pain.
There is always a feeling of stagnation.
It's blue,
it's red,
and it's empty.
You can't escape this life again.
One flower,
one leaf,
one light and one thick.
There is always a world in our hearts’ beat.
One understanding,
one mystery,
one difference and the same.
Just not every single,
just not every dream.
How free and turbulent the day and night
can be tolerated by everything like water with delight.
The stars can't contend for the brightness of the moon,
but they are still alone and eternal tonight.
If there must be such silence,
There are bound to be endless,
and there are bound to be ups and downs
that seem to be the same.
The old and the new are born again.
Everything new is going on without the stress.
Author/Tian Yu
It's hot,
it's cold,
it's love and it's pain.
There is always a feeling of stagnation.
It's blue,
it's red,
and it's empty.
You can't escape this life again.
One flower,
one leaf,
one light and one thick.
There is always a world in our hearts’ beat.
One understanding,
one mystery,
one difference and the same.
Just not every single,
just not every dream.
How free and turbulent the day and night
can be tolerated by everything like water with delight.
The stars can't contend for the brightness of the moon,
but they are still alone and eternal tonight.
If there must be such silence,
There are bound to be endless,
and there are bound to be ups and downs
that seem to be the same.
The old and the new are born again.
Everything new is going on without the stress.
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