《此生何求》

I like the clear morning dew and the gentle night breeze. I like the red of the maple leaves and the white of the frost. I like the dryness of the wine, the burning and the pure. I like the frankness of a man's bones, the sharpness of his steps. I like the night in the dark, the shadow against the shadow. I like the amber of a cup, the moon and the sand. I like the light of insects, the wind and the sound of the flute. I like a man's pure voice. I like the cracks of time and space. I like the melancholy of the wind and the rain. I like the gentleness of the sun and the moon. Like my ears, like my heart. One person, one cup, one poem. Repeatedly listening, repeatedly intoxicated, repeatedly clear. Love is a armor and a soft tear. If there is no you, there is no candle. Food without salt, tea without water. For the hand, a ray of light. And willing to dispel thousands of winds and waves. Love without sound, thoughts without teeth. Death without regret. In this ordinary world, I am so ordinary. There is no leaf that resembles me. In this ordinary world, I am so ordinary. There is no shame in this life.