Let the Beloved be a hat pulled down firmly on my head.
I am sunlight slicing the dark.
This world is in deep trouble, from top to bottom. But it can be swiftly healed by the balm of love.
Today I'm out wandering, turning my skull into a cup for others to drink wine from. In this town somewhere there sits a calm, intelligent man, who doesn't know what he's about to do!
The result of my life is no more than three words: I was raw, I became cooked, I was burnt.
I said to the night, "If you are in love with the moon, it is because you never stay for long." The night turned to me and said, "It is not my fault. I never see the Sun, how can I know that love is endless?