In the air, in the distance, in the flow of mortal encounter,
an elegant, persevering flower–
Diffuses a scent of faint fragrance,
I soar above the field and perch on it long cozily，
no coyness, only expectation.
Those glamorous wild roses...,
Luscious, swaying in the wind,
All the bloomy flush of joy is yet fled…
The luster of the holly,
Difficult to float far far away beyond the ocean,
Only the solitary gardener carries loads of fate with
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