Sorry I did not bear fruit in the fall .
So did my longing not bloom in the dry season .
If night allows me to see the smile of the sun .
When I woke up I saw the flowering of lily in spring .
But I'm sorry not the flowers that broke then wilt .
he comes when the softness is asking him .
He bloomed without knowing the season .
And he will wither when in the flush by the treacherous water .
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