Brus: the sound of waves, wind or streaming water
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man is nothing
but a traveller,
in this long and hard journey of life
he enters once and exits once
leaving bits of memories all along his route

like one caught in the gale of the wind
like one caught in the swirling whirlpool
like one lost in the midst of the crowd
he has lost himself, he is alone

the heart's troubles will seem to vanish,
when you get the courage to forget someone
even if you have forgotten them,
your heart will still remember them

whatever you have thrown away along your journey
you will recollect them with pain at the end of your journey

when the the boat that is your life is thrown off course in the stormy water,
someone could aid you by being your anchor
one could also drown at the shallow water near the bank too

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