No rules are set for this
No regulations
It happens just so spontaneously
It has no direct answer
Nor right or wrong
It can be mysterious
It can be incomprehensible
Depends on how the person decipher it
It always has a hidden key
Where only the two key holders can grab the underlying meaning
And this is where the most beautiful philosophy lies
I am not sure if I am swirl into another round of this whirl
Be it a jubilant journey or a melancholy memory
I enjoy the breeze
To wind me to a treasure land
Where Four Leaves are blooming greenly
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