Your eyelashes will write on my heart the poem that could never come from the pen of a poet.
Within tears, find hidden laughter Seek treasures amid ruins, sincere one.
The water in the stream may have changed many times, but the reflection of the moon and the stars remains the same.
My head is bursting with the joy of the unknown. My heart is expanding a thousand fold.
Lamps are different, but light is the same.
Idle man, chases after fairy tales.