I've brought you a mirror. Look at yourself and remember me.
Oh, bird of my soul, fly away now, For I possess a hundred fortified towers.
You have to keep breaking your heart until it opens.
All your anxiety is because of your desire for harmony. Seek disharmony, then you will gain peace.
I cannot stop asking. If I could taste one sip of an answer, I could break out of this prison for drunks.
The result of my life is no more than three words: I was raw, I became cooked, I was burnt.