The
haze still smile
It
doesn't make any difference
Of
how many promises and tea breaks
The
nation will choke with it
The
chronic patients will suffer
There
is no way to buffer it
The
breathing of oxygen flows along
The
clinics will reap in profits
The
impurities in the air
It
circulates all around us
We
don't need the ashes of burning
Painting
the sky in misty cry
The
open burning
Across
the sea
Floating
back to us
The
haze still smile
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