I am in a hurry to find a poem, which is short, but very philosophical. It means: the matter is already serious, there is no need to pursue details.

crack

I tilted the bowl on purpose.

Water fell to the ground.

Half of them are hanging around in the bowl.

Half happily got into the cracks in the bricks.

Grandma said I was careless.

I can't even hold a bowl steadily at this age.

I think the sea has changed.

Why complain about a boat?