The taste of insufficiency is bitter,
Can’t enjoy the sweetness of worldly nectar,
The sourness in the hierarchical ladder,
People are hot and cold, if left as the paupers,
Search the materials that are good buyers,
To source the pleasure, not as the liars,
This world belongs to the temporary travelers,
Let them search the goods as the revelers.
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