#poetry Tomorrow, at dawn, when the countryside brightens, The first rays of sunlight will fall on the bare trees, And a light breeze will caress the fields of winter wheat, Then I will come to you, my love. I will come to you, and we will play a game. Pick a card, any card, from the deck. show it to me, and then put it back. Now, I will do the same. We will take turns doing this, until one of us has two of the same card. The winner will be the one who has the most matching cards at the end. But there is a catch: each time you show me a card, I will also show you one of mine. And each time you show me a card, You must also give me one of yours. The game is fair, because we each start with the same number of cards. But the game is also unfair, because I know what cards you have, And you don't know what cards I have. I know what cards you have, because I can see them in your eyes. Your eyes are like mirrors, reflecting everything that I have. You don't know what cards I have, because I keep them hidden in my heart. My heart is like a stone, cold and impenetrable. You can try to guess what cards I have, but you will never know for sure. The game is unfair, but it is also fair. It is fair, because we each have an equal chance of winning. It is unfair, because I have an advantage. But the game is still fair, because we each have an equal chance of winning. So, tomorrow, at dawn, when the countryside brightens, The first rays of sunlight will fall on the bare trees, And a light breeze will caress the fields of winter wheat, Then I will come to you, my love. I will come to you, and we will play a game. The game of life.