Black butterfly -- New Year, new world

You made it )

Now the mountain

Is underneath us

Whispering, Climb me

I have something to show you

Hear the voice

Of the low clouds

The voice of the high clouds

They seem to be hurrying somewhere

And valleys

Murmur of cities, rivers

The fourth world

Is ending just like a day

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The fifth world

Is a new day

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