The songs from a person called human.

p/s: No matter how gifted you are, not everyone is gonna like you.
Clearing at Dawn
Monday, January 2, 2012

The fields are chill, the sparse rain has stopped;
The colours of spring team on every side.
With leaping fish the blue pond is full;
With singing thrushes the green boughs droop.
The flowers of the fields have dabbled their powdered cheeks;
The mountain grasses are bent level at the waste.
By the bamboo stream the last fragment of cloud
Blown by the wind slowly scatters away.

-Li Bai

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