Since ancient times, great beings passed with the wind, great humans and great ambition always return to slumber.
Who has not experienced failure?
If I die, my ambition would die with me or would pass to a different human.
But that would not be me.
The carp swims up the heavenly waterfall, travelling alone in desolate lands and defining the heavens.
Spreading my wings and flying away today, becoming immortal and whipping the phoenix one another day!
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Poems
PoetryPoems written by me...On wattpad, Most of the poems I saw were not of my taste, But definitely need recognition. Anyway I will randomly Update my poems.
