and says to the weeds dear guys why you are so high
that I cann't see your back side.
The Sun can never watch the other side of mankind.
Thrusting to chassing high will find nothing in poor life.
The side the Sun hopelessly accessing unto
is a mystery behind in mind.
Life will fade and bloom perish.
I wish to foster not to blight,
Like a candle giving the darkness with its light.
The weeds smile by road side.
The Sun says I never lie.
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