My lute
Wind tearing， rain penetrating,
Lonely figure, endless darkness;
Plucking strings, dancing with nature,
Wind swirling as waltz, rain drops like tango;
With notes leaps, with rhythm treats,
Melody through the air, home to the world;
My soul, my thoughts,
No longer lonely, my spirit.
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