blissful sorrow
not only the frosted flowers
those in their blooming hours
not only the arid wasteland
the lush summer also
the clouds in the azure,
birds caroling in the morning
everything beautiful makes me tearful
as for what? for whom? for ever?
as bliss at the aurora
my sorrow is colorful
green with jealousy
blue with melancholy
yellow with fear
crimson with shame
gray with age
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