The kite flies and the leaves fall
The world of fists is so big
The thread twines the tree and grows
The palm keeps the wind
Can't hold a grain of sand
My left hand is a cat, and my right hand is a soothing force
You let me gently in exchange for the old time
Close your eyes, roll up the waves and run to the paper moon
Chasing a wolf in the heavy rain
The butterfly flies the waves and ebbs the tide
Hands open
Not afraid of scarcity
Drop by drop
(cheers)
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