Tides rise,tides fall.
May it be like the ocean.
Whose face may show smile,frown,or anger,
But whose heart is at bottom unchanging.
May our friendship be not like the flower,
Flowers bloom,flower fade.
May it be like grass and trees,
Their leaves may wither,
But their roots live long.
May our friendship be not like the moon,
The moon waxes,it also wanes.
May it be like the stars.
They appear or do not appear in the sky,
But always exist with mysterious light.
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