In the furnace of the world, merciless yet full of light
In the furnace of the world, merciless yet full of light,
Stubbornness is the ship that carries us on seas of dreams,
Joy is a dancing flame on waves of ash,
The paradox of life, a rainbow in the storm, misunderstood.
Under the harsh sky, the stars sing their silence in whispers,
And happiness is a volcano erupting from mountains of ice,
In a world of iron, our hearts are fireflies,
Carried by cold winds to horizons of memory.
In a valley of shadows, where time becomes a shadow,
We embrace the light like an old, lost friend,
With stubbornness, we weave smiles into golden tapestries,
And in the dance of life, we find our place on the eternal stage.
In the world's fire, where pain and joy are twins,
We carry our dreams like treasures in an ocean of ash,
And each day, we learn to listen to the symphony of silence,
For in the chaos of life, we are born again and again.
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