Tangerine, white, blue and cyan
Is not change our destiny?
A gentle wind was blowing from the southwest,
Making hairs to fly to its tune
Wings are eager to take the flight
Is not flight our destiny?
My thoughts are icicle
Like fluttering butterfly
From flower to flower for nectar
Is not inquest our destiny?
Those waves that follow one another
Like the day and the night
Everything around is calling us
Is not following our destiny?
Mother Nature is kind towards us
Like soul in our body
Life is playing games with us
Is not playing our destiny?

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