Could I get mansions covering ten thousand miles, I'd house all the poor scholars and make them beam with smiles.
Separation by death must finally be choked down, but separation in life is a long anguish,
“My path is full of petals–I have swept it for no others.
“Drifting, drifting,/ what am I more than/ a single gull/ between sky and earth?
Wind, light and time ever revolve; Let us then enjoy life as best we can.
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