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Intoxicated Spring (Original) A dry reed stoops hard to remember the whispers of the spring breeze and the spores of the fresh branches of the drizzle We can no longer suppress the inner tide and the sky above the clouds

Intoxicated spring

(Original)

A dry reed

Stoop hard

In remembering the whispers of the spring breeze

and the freshness of the drizzle

The branches are like spores

We can't suppress it

Inner tide

And the emptiness higher than the clouds

Witness the chill and spring grass

Always keep a lost distance

Spring is beginning to flood

As the sun opened up

Branches and inner barriers

The earthly world no longer remains

Frost of the past

Some obsessions

Soft with the spring breeze

Accompanied by birdsong

Hum a ballad

I was already drunk with spring

Intoxicated Spring (Original) A dry reed stoops hard to remember the whispers of the spring breeze and the spores of the fresh branches of the drizzle We can no longer suppress the inner tide and the sky above the clouds
Intoxicated Spring (Original) A dry reed stoops hard to remember the whispers of the spring breeze and the spores of the fresh branches of the drizzle We can no longer suppress the inner tide and the sky above the clouds
Intoxicated Spring (Original) A dry reed stoops hard to remember the whispers of the spring breeze and the spores of the fresh branches of the drizzle We can no longer suppress the inner tide and the sky above the clouds
Intoxicated Spring (Original) A dry reed stoops hard to remember the whispers of the spring breeze and the spores of the fresh branches of the drizzle We can no longer suppress the inner tide and the sky above the clouds
Intoxicated Spring (Original) A dry reed stoops hard to remember the whispers of the spring breeze and the spores of the fresh branches of the drizzle We can no longer suppress the inner tide and the sky above the clouds
Intoxicated Spring (Original) A dry reed stoops hard to remember the whispers of the spring breeze and the spores of the fresh branches of the drizzle We can no longer suppress the inner tide and the sky above the clouds

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