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I used to think that I had better die,

Because I couldn’t tie a lace of shoe;

The more I thought so, I would harder try.

When by the piers the seagulls called in sky,

Which lingered over ocean wavelets blue,

I used to think that I had better die.

To try to get to somewhere faraway,

I take the train amidst the mountain view;

The more I think of it, the harder try.

Beneath the plum tree blossoming I lie,

As if I am a rotten petal too,

The time I think that I had better die.

If only we had passed each other by,

If there were some good-hearted ones as you.

The more I think of it, the harder try.

Your radiant smile did make me want to cry,

To live another day in hopes; it’s true

I try to stop the thought that I should die,

But more I think so, as I harder try.