My table is messy,
My floor's under dust.
I got the same dressing,
I got the same trust.
Hope spring will come over,
The sky will be blue,
However, still holding
In my heart the truth.
I'm counting snails
On my way to home...
The rain never fails:
It knows when to fall.
But I never sorrow,
I never waste trust
In future I'm holding,
In floor under dust.
2.05.23
Under dust
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