my road ahead is unclear,
for it maybe covered with mist,
which someday turns into dew and delights me at the end of the day.
or perhaps smoke shall it be,
that blinds my eye and bring me tears.
but there isn't a choice,
for it takes me forever to discover the future,
to clear the bushy forest,
and to turn grief into joy.
I FEEL SAD TO LEAVE!!!
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