as if it mattered that i waited
\nwhen the doors closed
\nand the priest went home, the temple was quiet<\/p>\n
but\u00c2\u00a0 the river still flows behind the courtyard
\nin which you danced and sang
\nwhen spring was in its bloom
\nand there was no rush for time
\ntoday, life is so rushed
\nand the spring is so ashamed
\nof its blossoms
\nafter\u00c2\u00a0 all
\nwho is here to wait and dance
\nsing and ask<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
as if it mattered that i waited when the doors closed and the priest went home, the temple was quiet but\u00c2\u00a0 the river still flows behind the courtyard in which you danced and sang when spring was in its bloom and there was no rush for time today, life is so rushed and the spring … <\/p>\n