Be Full Of Sorrow, That

You Must Ask For What You Really Want.

Do You Pay Regular Visits To Yourself? Don't Argue Or Answer Rationally. Let Us Die, And Dying, Reply.

The Meaning Of Poetry Has No Sureness Of Direction; Is Like The Sling, It Is Not Under Control.

You Don't See Your Own Face, Your Own Beauty Yet, No Face Is More Beautiful Than Yours.......... .

The Waterwheel Accepts Water And Turns And Gives It Away, Weeping.