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I come to ask, no more to say; clouds linger high, water remains in the flask.
Only in movies do people circle around and still meet again.
What time sifts away are merely things never firm to begin with.
The farthest future is death.
Find joy in the usual, find peace in what’s as wished.
Born average, thus must turn the tide against the wind.
Gradually understand the world, gradually renew oneself.
Life isn’t elsewhere; the present is the entirety.
In the same town, why have we not met for so long?