Growing up means calm
as the lake.
Friendship, no longer is a flower
on the lone cliff , but
everywhere the fragrance
of the plain.
When a flower leave you,
to find the spring for it,
please believe,
that's not betrayal.
When your spring comes,
you will also meet.
Its appearance depends on you.
When you no longer
hide the warm currents
in the spring,
when you break the ice
in the winter
and learn to calm,
So, its appearance
in your heart no longer distorted.
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