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Behind the trees beside the fieldI feel a river floating in a speedHeating sun heated the waterAnimals feeling heat of the waterFalling water from the skyWhere are the birds trying to hide?I think there is no end of timeWhere do you think is heart of mine?In the cold being the iceIn the heat being the airI think for a while it is a way Which always passes awayRiver flowing from the mountsCome to the hills and being loudFlows deep to the endAt last sleeps on the plain