Collect the miscellaneous scraps of the day
When you rush down wildly
Between the faint, slippery gazes
Leaning against the streetlamp at the corner of an alley
A food stall waiting for me
I am drawn in by that fragrance.
‘A sparrow at the mill
How could we just pass by without a word?’
I am only grateful for the temptation of a single glass of wine
Before I knew it, I quietly approached
Sitting alone with a bowl of fish cake broth,
I’m already reflecting on the day.
Hanging alone on my cold shoulder
Empty eyes, between them
Holding a cup of complaint
With a brief touch of bitterness,
Quietly wearing a faint smile
Thanks, my friend! Answer.
Before the darkness striding forward
Though the time I spat out was insufficient
Like a red-hot eel
Comforting with Silent Protests
The wrinkled lump between my brows
I blow on it with a puff of cigarette smoke.
Even if the lingering pain is exhausting,
No matter what anyone says, I am
After all, the love song of my life
Always insisting on age,
My face, lost in a single cup,
They simply murmur to live and love.