Taste of life
We don't belong to ourselves most of the time
Life is too hard
I think my poetry could be sweeter
Harmony of the five tastes of life
It's like the sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, salty in the kitchen
The greatest pain can make the greatest pleasure
Complex and changeable taste can make life sweet
Love and not love what
Let's leave it at that
Your love of life has dimmed
But why does life love you so persistently?
We don't belong to ourselves most of the time
We don't know the man who lives inside us
About the person's face, personality, voice
Familiar and strange at the same time, close and distant
It looks like a withered star in the sky
The body was dry, but the soul was bloody
About the Creator
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