One

A blade of grass, drenched in dew, worries that the dew will fall before it becomes a drop.

A blade of grass drenched in dew.

I'm only worried that the dew will fall but not yet become a droplet.

A bird's melodious song

I don't wish to just wake up in the morning.

A crescent moon hung by the porch.

Watching over the sleep of your dream lover.

A flame inside the gun barrel.

manage to keep your finger from squeezing the trigger.

An arrow has a hundred wings.

by it - the lead bird

Not easily broken, insoluble.

I met One Person in a million.

HAI DUONG

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