Come now, abandon your caution and forfeit your search for moral truth,

forget your heartbreak and give up your metaphysical worships,

throwing behind your drab routine and worldly burdens and running to a far-off land

a seemingly thousand years’ distance –

but can we get there?

To when the sun burned bright during endless summers,

illuminating people not regarding the theoretical and focusing only on the tangible now,

relishing the return of freedom to numbed hands,

frolicking like children in forgotten childhood idyll.

We used to be rustic and practical,

carefree and trusting,

and this is what made us happy

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