I rise in the morning
Like a bright new flower
Crawling, staggering and falling
Like the leaflets of a ripe flower.
I have four weak limbs
And toothless mouth
Always in my mother's arms
And feeling her warmth
I rise in the day
Like a healthy young bird
Running, jumping
Like a mature bird.
I rise in the evening
Going back to my early age
With weak body and the wrinkles
That shows the age.
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