Ask the young. In the chronicle of wasted time, virtue is the marble font, lilies green and full of frogs. I tell you the old are sleeping. Ask the young. Yearn for terror of the dragon world.
Wisdom is a tasteless meal.
Listen to the lies they tell. There's a garlic and ginger silence on the autumn night. The moon's an orange slice. Steam rises off the tea and fills the stars with aromas. The wheel of stars turns and turns until Venus disappears.