How is the Landscape of your life?
As the midday heat recedes on the evening commute home, The long shadows of the day's light caress the leaves of the street trees, making them sparkle. Opening the window, I feel the breeze deftly weaving through my fingers, And I realize that another warm day is coming to an end.
Gentle music from the radio seems to pat my tired back, And then the DJ suddenly throws out a question: "What is the landscape of your life?"
'The landscape of my life?' It's definitely not the neon-lit streets of Las Vegas or Gangnam Station at night, And it's not the quiet autumn fields that the scarecrow stares at blankly. It's just... right now, I guess... A middle-aged man who was once hot-blooded but now quietly watches the cool breeze and the setting sun near the city center, ripening into a mellow hue. I hope that the end of my life will not be much different from this.
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