My World
My
relatives have been imagining all the time.
If
you fill it with fragrant fragrance, you are one.
The
seat of the soul is therefore located on the altar of life.
Obey
the rules, you advance.
Do
not release the chains around the prison.
It's
time to dump her and move on.
I
don't know anyone who doesn't know how to accept it.
Come
that way when the birds sing.
Hold the butterfly forcefully;
You will see that it is harming him.
It's
time to dump her and move on.
Not
with deceptive words, but with a garland of flowers.
I
will accept you as the seat of the soul.
If
you call by name, I will arrange to give the whole.
The
illusory truth will meet the pull of life.
Flowers will not bloom, will not be satisfied,
And will not cut darkness.
Not
without me, friend, your family.
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