"Flowing Drinking Water"
Your long hair follows the flowing water/with the mottled traces of time scattered all over the ground/flows to a slightly swaying and blooming world/in a half-dark concerto/I found your sunken look up as firm as a rock/and the uncontrollable sadness/the tones of time echo over and over again in the most fragile gaps in life/the loneliness is blown away and piled up into hills that can bury the heart/only the breeze of that night The youth that has never aged/cannot be placed seems to have passed away in the restless squandering! I can't suppress the passing/I can't remember the details I want to remember/In this gluttonous feast that overlaps with the beginning and end/How should I face it/Or/In the angle from which you look up at me/I just use your long hair and the flowing water to weave a delicious wine.
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