There should not be any promise,
for there shall not be hopes;
There should not be any thought,
for there shall not be desire.
Plow and seed,
grow and perish.
From flowers to fruits,
from fruits to ashes.
Return to soil,
have it buried,
have it forgotten,
have its life restarted again.
Then repeat the cycle,
plow and seed,
grow and perish.
From fantasy to passion,
from passion to insipidity.
Return to vacancy,
have it faded,
have it vanished,
have the heart freed again.
There should not be any promise,
for there shall not be hopes.
There should not be any thought,
for there shall not be desire.
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