I adore you and have been brought to all places by your thoughts, Canaan or Egypt. In spring, when you see my girlfriend and I frolicking in the vineyard, you forbid it; In winter, you get angry when you hear me and my companions laughing in the valley. Our partners are like sheep that no one gathers, tired of me and running away.
You wait for an opportunity to whisper in my ear, "What good do they have for you to turn your back on me?" ? They couldn't understand Achilles' tactics and Aeschylus' deep voice. They didn't have seats at Faust's party, nor did they have cups at Socrates' party. Who understands the parable of Revelation? Who knows the Vedic symbols? I am the golden fleece that the wise men yearn for. Diogenes ignored Alexander because of me. Schopenhauer chose me instead of vulgarity. The crowd is like ants gathering dead wood, and I am the only Beichen in the sky. "
I have nothing to refute. I will quit all the spring and roses and come back to you. But you treated me badly and imprisoned me in the inner room all day. I almost forgot the language. Now we know that your name is not fake. I betrayed you again and went to the Woods to find my friends. She is the muse wandering in the world, the son of the morning light. Her clothes were covered with lilacs, and she sailed north in a drunken boat in the sunset. Mr Filja's ghost in the water was jealous because she caught a glimpse of her reflection. I stood watching from a distance, holding the laurel knitted for her. But you walked behind me quietly. "Don't you know how miserable you are?" You have a golden arrow in your heart, but her heart is pierced by a lead arrow. Why wait for her to refuse you? Come on, come back to me, I won't remember your second thought about her. "
To me, you are a boulder in Sisyphus. No matter how I push you away, you will always turn a cold corner on the mountainside and come back to me. When I am exhausted all day, you will eventually run over my body and break my spine.