They
look at the cycles
The
many turns they have gone
They
look in the mirrors
The
many reflections they have done
They
look into themselves
They
recognize the good and bad
They
look into the laws
They
know they can't escape
Though
they will try
Usurping
the law with their kind
They
feel the jittery
As
they hear the echo drums
The
beating of rings
In
Bamboo River
They
look in the mirrors
They
can't sleep well at night
They
listen the rings
In
Bamboo River
The
cycle is complete
The
day of recognition will arrive
The
bad want to take flight
They
are afraid of the light
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