Knitted thorns on the immeasurable road,
The malevolent gravels are scattered abroad,
Though they are small, misjudge not,
Their minds are entangled with malicious thought.
I take a step with the coercive pace,
The melancholy is hidden through the fence of face,
And I let go the sombre sigh, it could only dissipate,
Vanish not the pain but let the hidden tears to participate.
Sleep not, I whisper in my head,
I force the steps even they feel like a blade,
The day is young; the road stays endless and long,
Until the darkly night falls, I would stop and play another song.













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