My body is made by iron 
The iron has its own characters 
sky is like a marble umbrella
Under that umbrella 
I sought an orchard 
In the orchard 
I’ve considerable friends
My hair is made by silver 
No one can destroy silver hair 
I have no other possessions but you 
Shrine knowledgeable brain 
You held the flag of past stories
My pen is slothful Hammer 
I write through tunnel of paper
Until I lost in a pristine land                
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