My mind grows weak...
My body swift like a feather...
The clouds migrates faster...
The rain falls slowly...
The movement of falling petal on a tree...
Is my characteristic...
I act caring free with careless thoughts...
I am practicing martial arts...
Learning the way of Tai Chi...
Kong Vang
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