All my life, false and real, right and wrong are entangled.
Playing with the moon, ridiculing the wind,
listening to birds.
Many years wasted
seeing the mountain covered with snow.
This year I suddenly realize,
snow makes the mountain.
All my life, false and real, right and wrong are entangled.
Playing with the moon, ridiculing the wind,
listening to birds.
Many years wasted
seeing the mountain covered with snow.
This year I suddenly realize,
snow makes the mountain.
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