In a wonderful and complicated transformation
Inner life
It tends to flow through the car.
Under the same circumstances.
Like a paper boat floating in a stream
I've seen too many stories of gathering and parting.
Everyone's sadness and happiness
There will always be too much clutter.
Mottled pots and pans and stained pots and pans
Scattered throughout the leftovers feast.
You are like a ghost waiting quietly.
Clean everything up quietly
Clean up the mess in front of you.
Wipe away the traces for the next party.
No one will remember you.
Although everyone knows you exist.
No one will think of you
Unless you are unhappy when you are greedy.
You're like a bunch of ghosts.
Shuttle back and forth between tables.
then
Disappear in the delicious fragrance
Hide in an empty corner
deduct
One feast after another on earth.
(This article is original)