Lucky
I found a clover with petals,
There were eight, I remember.
Although we decide our fate,
He served as a talisman for me.
Good luck, bad luck what nonsense?
We ourselves are the smiths of our own happiness.
From failure we need to make a fence
Through which we will not let adversity enter into life.
But clover still helped me a little,
I think he anticipates rock.
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