Why is the weather so ambiguous?
Always changing and unpredicting
Aren’t people like that?
All are like the weather I suppose
Ambiguous as the weather
In four seasons we change and camouflage
No wonder the world is under great pressure
People are in need of leisure
Animals seem quiet and better
Knowing we are going to burst
Still we trap ourself under
What are we going to become?
Only the souls of those can answer
Observe the weather and see what you see
Contemplate upon its action and see
Who does it remind you of?
Spunky Virtue 
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