All we do is to ever pray and let
A wind blow through the stalks
And the river flow softly beside.

On the banks are thorn bushes
That will send their fragrances
Tempting towards experience.

The flowers have thorny ridges
With yellow petals that highlight
The girls ‘ snakes of black hair.

The snakes dingdong on the girls
On their fragrant backs of wind.
All we do is to pray and let wind

Blow in weeds and on their backs
And a river flow softly by the side
To let experience mildly tempt us.

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