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The world is full of moons hard to make full, shoulders hard to come together.
Naturally endowed with wings of cloud, why look up to a ladder made of mist?
I see the fish market as my heart's resting place, walking silently through the autumn.
A butterfly stirs a hurricane, a hurricane that never ceases to rage.
Wind blows, sun shines, freedom reigns supreme.
Man is a wandering bird, and love is the habitable island.
Born as a speck of dust like a mustard seed, aspirations reach far as Mt. Sumeru.