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I wonder what kind of people find their love reciprocated

Whenever I asked for flowers, I received a garland of thorns

I searched for a destination of joy, but I found a circle of sadness

I desired tales of love, but I received only the coldness of sighs

The burdens of my heart only doubled if I met someone meant to relieve my sorrow

Every companion gave me a few moments of company, and left

After all, who has the free time to hold a crazy man’s hand?

Even my own shadow is often weary of me

If this is what they called life, then I will live like this

I will not sigh, I will seal my lips, and swallow my tears

After all, how can I be concerned by sadness? I have met sadness a hundred times

When I asked for flowers, I found a garland of thorns

I wonder what kind of people find their love reciprocated

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