Having looked at Yourself
In the mirror
Don’t make haste
To judge too strictly.
It is only
The green grass,
In the garden again
The spring was blooming.
The lashings and the compromises,
The useless quarrels.
Simply, You and me are
One by one,
And the alien words aren’t needed.
An inaccessible mistake.
Over the line of horizon
I touch by the tip of my finger.
Don t judge too strictly english version
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