Wakeupouryouthdon'tcontinuetohideinthecornertosleepsincethenmylifeyouareleadingtoletmylifebrightspringdayslisteningtomusicwithfastswingslowdance.Thepassiontofollowthisisourdream.Thisistheworld'smostbeautifulroseshavenowhatcanletusdownhavenowhatcanletusfallapartwithoutwhatcanletusandnothingcanmakeustirednotwhatcanmakeusregretwhatcannolongerletusbackintothewindsaidloudlywenaivefearlessnessdespitethetimewaterIdonotknowwhattimefromthebeginning,usedbytheeveningthegoldensunsetontheroadhome,onthespotbargeshadowsthroughthecity'shighstreetsandbacklanes.Thisisatheendofthesummer,draggingalongstringofhotelongationsign.Thenighthasbeenreluctanttocometothissmalltownbythesea,thesuntobereluctanttopartwiththatpieceofbluesky,itwouldnotfallintothewesternhorizonslept,behindthedazzlinglightglowedlonelysad.Perhapsitdeepwoundsintheflowinghotblood,willtheskyintoaredcolor.Asummervacationhaspassed,Inevercanthestaticunderhearttowritesomeoftheirownwords.Busy,whichistheonlythingthatcandescribethesummerterm.Learninglifeisneveridle,itislikeisakindoffate,isthisworldwhataretightlybound,andthenhowtofightalsotonoavail,canonlysufferinsilence,andthenlearntoaccept.Wecanonlychoosetocompromise,becausedoesnothavetheworldwillonlybeeliminated,itisakindofwhatkindofheartlessindifference,howcruelhelpless.Sometimesimperceptiblytostepbystepfollowsunsubductiondirection,letthelastrayoflightfellonmypalm.Sothedayspassed,dayinanddayoutinthesummeroflastyearafteryear,mychildhoodfadeaway.

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