The greatest Hill of the East
The dried leaf to hold is pleased
The fountain eagerly thirst
For the leaf to pour till last.
The greatest Hill of the East
Is unmatured to encompass
A while the dried leaf vanished
The nature seems to be finished.
The greatest Hill of the East
Now is pouring to the one who needs
Hardly fine alike the dried leaf
Await the same and weep.
For the greatest Hill of the East
Still feels the dried leaf
Need to be poured
By the fountain not to get bored
Im pouring and retain to pour
For the dried leaf once more
Ahh! Need to be, only in your mind
The dried leaf is shine.
May you shine and shine
Let your branch stand strong
The East is clueless
Just wish you to be at best.
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