The combination of high and low
The perfection of dull and glow
Makes the scenario meticulous
And also life poisonous and slow.
The stairs go to the lamp post
Raise our voice to the mountains
The leaves of trees say adieus
To make every passerby confuse
Warming up is not in the air
No sign of even a fresh layer
Height of monotony attracts toward
We can feel every beam of despair.
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