What a strange
This life!
This time!
This earth!
But I know not
Why you are
Crying and laughing
Why you are
Going and coming.
What is loss
What is gain
That I cannot say
But I can explain
The situation.
It is all troublesome
The rain, the lane,
The beer, the tiger,
The son, the daughter.
But my luggage is
Not mine, I know.
Still, I dive,
In the pond
That has no water.
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