If I die at night,
If I'm buried at dawn,
If my pen sleeps forever,
If history forgets my poems,
There is only one thing left.
If time moves snail-like,
If life becomes worthless,
If truth becomes lies,
And yesterday becomes tomorrow,
I will never
shed tears,
for I'm sure
there's one
thing left:
nature.
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