Saints gave you souls of growing
Humans coined you a shape of flesh
The Sun made you bright and warming
The Moon decorated you soft and gentle
Your movings liked the willow dancing
In the stream and onshore, they're winding,
You are waiting and you are looking
For the lucked ones seduced to come
We deemed to meet each other somewhere
Within the periods of short-living time,
No matter it's determined or just by chance
Indeed when you are in front of me
I saw your eyes shining on my dream.
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