Yesterday, I stared at the blithe heaven;
It was full of joy, beaming unto me.
I did not know that it was an omen;
A paradox told I shan't live in glee.
Today I realize it's happening,
Bygones are bygones, joyance turned outcry.
Know it, in misery I am weeping,
'Cause pouring rain, in a blink, will be dry.
In the near future I suppose to know,
Love gives joy but not infinitely does;
The summer sun will surely lead to snow;
I know, but still, I can't discern what was.
I know it, but I oft forget in curt,
I will still love though I know it will hurt.
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