Identity
When everyone complains
From imperfection,
Will they flow like water running?
Or do they run away?
Looking for identity
and pursuing that perfection?
Or they do not follow anything
and can only complain and complain?
Life is looking for identity
What is life if just stop by for tea?
Vain
Time never goes backwards, slow, or fast
He flows like air
When young are entitled to meet with who you are
Who are you and what you live
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