I am not qualified to talk about loss because I never had it;
I am not qualified to talk about pain because I have never been happy;
I am not qualified to talk about sadness because I have never been happy.
Even the lingering fragrance after the tea was not enough for me to taste.
There is no past in the past,
There is no coming for the coming,
There is only the present now.
There is no explanation for youth, only squandering, endless squandering