morning tears of weeping
daytime tears of dilligence
And
evening tears of joy
nighttime tears of peace
Therefore
life is beautiful.

If life leaves me alone
I won't leave life alone.

When I was young
Not knowing what love was
Thinking of nothing
But I loved love

When I was young
Not knowing what literature was
Thinking of nothing
But I wrote writing

Now
Besides these things
I have come to know
Many other precious things

And still I love love
And still I write writing
At that time.

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You can't hide: blinks of an eye, love sickness, and competitiveness.

AI defeat a Go Player
AI can't defeat a Poet.

In poetry world
No competition.

The exposed
roots
are trampled.

the one who thinks
stood and walked by oneself.