MY DESERT INTO THE LEAD Zhongnan
My mind is in middle age he found his way:
came to settle on the mountainside.
When I want to, I wander Solo
Among the beauty that is only for me.
I walked until the water stops me
Then I sit looking at the flowing clouds.
One day I will meet in the forest ripe old woodcutter;
We will talk and laugh, and never come back.
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