Like Ephemeropteras
The moon moves too fast,
So jump the thorny fence,
If you still want to catch it
On that eager lens.
Like when two mayflies
Dance the nuptial dance,
Good things last so little,
Enjoy them in advance.
Every falling star
Quickly fades away,
Though, when it was made,
It took more than a day.
If I don’t go to sleep
tonight,
Will tomorrow never come?
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