Beauty of imperfections
We still remember our splendid past
We cried but not being sad
By offering yourself,
you would realise you sometimes get what you want
If there is no darkness at night, how would we know there is a moon?
If there is no sadness as a changing scene in a novel, who would clap their hands?
Thanks to the beauty of imperfections,
making the surroundings prettier,
making one stands still in the unpredictable weather.
Lighten up ourselves and fly as fast as polaries,
adding some beauty to the world is good enough.
Because of the imperfections in life,
a short but happy past is memorable,
one can even have fun under hard rain.
If a beautiful life is like a film in mind,
how can you be moved without tears dropping on the ground?
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