Dressing table

The world enriches my dressing table.

It's like a fruit store surrounding me with fruits.

Even though I can pick them up without any effort

But my appetite for sleep is too weak.

The silk should be tied to the left corner of the stretcher.

Don't let the willow fall into my basin.

Mirror, mirror, you are an abomination.

Let me first give you two strokes of the eyebrows.

But from the joy of every tile

I know the roof, and I understand

A leaf of green, a big tree...

Look at a little bird with a beak on the branch!

Give that new robe a breeze.

"The meaning of adornment is in the loss of oneself,"

Who wrote that to me? Don't even think about it--

Bugger! "I complete me to complete you."