"Life is a grand rot."
The sky was dark that day, with bursts of thunder in the sky and dense dark clouds. After a while, strong winds came up and heavy rain poured down.
On the rough coast, someone chanted:
A ten-year-old boy does not understand the hardships of poor parents, nor does he know that tea, rice, oil and salt are expensive.
An eighteen-year-old boy does not understand love, the sorrow of parting, or birth, old age, illness, and death.
The twenty-eight-year-old man suddenly woke up, abandoned prosperity, and returned to his hometown.
That is the existence and life you taught me.
Concept: Youth's Poems and Distance
