I think you need a new story
I shall get the habit not to see you again,
And I shall write a stricken poem too
To narrate to the world
You are coming while there is life in your heart
Your eyes tell the story of simplicity
But my dear,
How can I complain and stop praising you!
You are coming while my burning pain going out
Night slowly goes from my dorm
Thousands basket of cute lilacs and white jasmines,
I picked for you to devote
Although you have been far from me for many years
I know you! I am familiar with you!
Like a greeting from distant lands,
I shall call you to the party of my heart
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