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Waiting for Waterfall

Why, in the dense forest, I feel I am the only tree?
Why, in my dark pupil, the sunlight never shines in?
Why, in a cup of water, I am always the drop of oil?
I can’t get out, and you can’t get in…

Why, among the dozen of roses, I am the withered one?
Why, when I share my heart, I suspect I am mute?
Why, when I run with incredible speed, the kite never takes off?
I can’t soar, I can’t fly, I was never free in spirit…

So, I wait, I wait, I wait, hoping to fall like a waterfall.

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