As we are looking at a blaze waving on a river,
We remember that we are also tossed by the flux of time.
With some withered leaves' sound,
Our eyes again follow the sun's movement winking out.
"Should we reach the light?"
Wondering..wondering..
But we would better withdraw the hand.
And should say to the grand.
"Our wave is much faster than you, the river."
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