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In the dark, shady dusk
I thought of my brothers
Wandering in life like ducks
Flying to meet a sunny encounter

In the cold, pinky morning
I thought of my sister
One more cup of laughing
Before life tastes sour

In the dusty, empty desert
I thought of my parents
One night stand or long life flirt
Makes the blood of descendants

In the harsch watery rain
I thought of my grandpas
Fighting until the end
To make this infinite

In the greenish rainforest
I thought of my nephews
Trying to give them the best
A great, wise view

12/10/2014