Rising from the high-water lake,
A crane's call soars up to heaven;
Without any sign of self-restrain
It flies out beyond the snowy clouds --
There is no way to catch it back.
Rung out from the bottom of heart
It pierces up to the seventh sky,
Penetrating into all kind souls
Accumulated in the Celestial Pond.
Truly, the echo responds to the call.
I've also heard people use to say,
'A bad penny always comes back.'
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