I have you far away and near. You have spelled my ink to be a river.
I sleep and wake up in my dream's ears.
Ah, no, never laugh at my crazy tears! They are some crystals in my eyes' mirrors. I have invented you, my dear.
My wine is no longer bitter.
Ah, no, never laugh at my weary slippers! They recall my way through my life's wrinkles.
Even a century riding fast gets thinner.
I have invented you in my life's whisper.
You have spelled my ink to be a river.
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