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There is the tiniest thing in our body
Besides it’s also difficult to control
That place is the most nerve in our body
Besides it’s never say tired

Huns

It’s not only can praise people but also harm people
It’s true
Sometime I sit silent or walk talkative
But I dare not heart come out at my lips
Also hide my heart behind words

That which oppresses me, is it my tongue
Silence would carry my voice like the
Nest that holds the sleeping birds

I feel the moon gaze my heart this moment
Like the sunny silence of the
morning upon the lonely field whose
harvest it over