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The red glow of the setting sun weaves and ripples over yonder horizon
I gaze from the edge of a cliff with no path to advance even a step forward 
was so sad and gloomy I turned myself back to see the trail I have left behind.

And I saw the path I walked in the past, I walked again the path of past 
and spotted myself standing along the side of the path and at that moment 
an irresistible impulse I wanted to hug and cry with him 
because he looked so sad and lonely.

The one who I dearly loved, the one who I overly valued, 
therefore, couldn’t unleash was nothing more than a shadow 
reflecting on the roadside, the shabby shadow, looks more miserable 
than anything else comparable to things that which surrounds him.

Why is that so?

That’s because I didn’t know everything under the sun 
had their place and went before me, 
or I don’t even want to know the reason for the existence of things 
or search for this simple and clear reason for existence of the things.

And that means that my happiness and sadness were moving along 
with the time calmly from the bridge over eternity. My anxiety and joy 
dwelt in the cave of darkness, turning its back to the world 
from the beginning of the time and way before the dawn of my existence.

Since view from this, where I came this far without the problems 
that beyond my capacity to cope with, is admirable.  Although I am 
standing at the edge of the cliff it can be said that it’s a great blessing 
to me and a privilege to watch the red glow of the setting sun.

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