We climb the sorrow
we drive the flow of meaningless
speech and tears, away the time
where we don’t love and stopped
every kind of light.
We eats every day one day
with the strength of a horse
and we ride the sunset
and the forgetfulness arise in our hearts
when we deserve the lunch on the bed.
Why do we climb the sorrow every year?
Because we miss the single sense of life.
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