For what are we fighting for on the horns of a snail?
Quick as the spark from a struck flint our transient life fails.
Enjoy yourself - whether you're filthy rich or extremely poor,
If you don't open your mouth to laugh you're a fool pure!
(2020.11.22)
〈對酒〉唐 白居易
蝸牛角上爭何事, 石火光中寄此身;
隨富隨貧且歡樂, 不開口笑是癡人。
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