and in the valley beneath the mountains of my youth, lies the river of my tears.
as it wends its way to the ocean of my dreams, so long ago they have gone.
and yet, if ı were but to think anew, would these dreams evaporate in my mind and become the morning dew upon a supple rose whose beauty is enhanced with these glistening drops, as the sun of life peeks o'er the mountains when youth was full.
then ı must not supply this endless fountain that creates the river of my tears but look beyond those mountains where the bluebird of happiness flies.
ayrıca,
who fucked the bluebird of my happiness lan?
