SPRING – by Xiao Kaiyu
“Call me, life!
Just like I call you, heroic!
Let me go down well.
Spring! That stuff!
I hate the clear intelligence and talkative.
I hate the old hypocrite,
most insidious of the young hypocrite,
enters the life, eh, life in a lie
as it gives the love!
Time slips irretrievably in the honey pot.
Its rich contrast,
my secret intimate developed
Flights painful.
To proceed winding streets between mountains.
And behold, I am free.
Ah, a misstep! I want to leave. “
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