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Spring Torrents1
Will it always be like this until I am dead, Every spring must I bear it all again With the first red haze2 of the budding maple3 boughs4, And the first sweet-smelling rain？
Oh I am like a rock in the rising river Where the flooded water breaks with a low call Like a rock that knows the cry of the waters And cannot answer at all.
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