I hear the voices of big waves on seashore,
Rising and coming towards me to encore.
Countless gifts I received on this day.
Wrapped with honesty or duplicity? What can I say?
Suddenly my tears falling to the ground,
Is this a blissful occasion where I am wound.
Should I dress in these unseen hopes?
Or enter in it as a new door and grope...
Should I please is this day I'm looking in spite of?
Or feel dire because fate scratches my hearts in place of...
I also want to stand on my feet,
But deep inside me my soul does not meet.
Ah, demolish cyclone still rise and descend,
And no one is able to defend and depend.
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