I want to plant a field of roses
On every place my tears touched ground
Upon this planet that proposes
Illusions of home for those unbound
That offers homeland at low tide
For bamboo-hearts on foreign bays
They sprout new roots, hope to abide
Until the flood washes them away
The world would be a bed of flowers
Until I found a place called home
So I dry my tears, summon my powers
And wistfully pursue to roam
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