Light Dazzles
The flame that turns to a violet blue
if it dawns you in
my job is done;
it will be my time from this sphere to fly
Light dazzles;it blinds;
I temper it with a mist
and hide the flame.
The flame I hide behind the glass
and it's the lantern that you see in my hand.
Not easy to carry the flame of the mystic lamp,
A flame is a flame and scorches those who carry,
The reason why the sage longs to reach the bank of a lake
and throw the baton in the waters of the rippling lake.
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