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迷途篇 Going Astray

Daffodil

Why do you decorate yourself
in well-arranged nicety,
shown as real neatness?

With pure appearance,
you confide golden nectar.
Slender aquamarine leaves shooting up,
you whirl elegantly with reflection in the shadow.

Bees and butterflies can not
attract your gaze.
Breeze cannot blow your entrancement away.

More kisses
cannot distract your attention.

No more about the world could be satisfied;

No more surrounding voices could be heard.
Nothing but looking into the pretty image of mirror,
you merely discover yourself in innermost heart.

Sooner or later, you would be sick of it.
Sooner or later, you would die away.
Will you have to be bored with yourself
till that day?

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