These things
Is a memory that will never die:
In the bright circle of the moon,
Under the leaves of vines,
Mother's lap.
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Sea!
Which star has no light?
What kind of flower has no fragrance?
In my mind.
No sound of your waves?
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Mom!
The wind and rain in the sky are coming,
The bird hides in its nest;
The storm in my heart is coming,
I only hide in your arms.