Loading
Resolve flows like fragrant tea,Resolve flows like fragrant tea
Resolve flows like fragrant tea, Reality shaped by whim and leisure. A cup, a pen, a knife, and a plate of desserts, A small, secret rite, a harmony of four humors, The bustle of an afternoon that stirs fond memories.
You claim that all resides in you, Yet, in the end, That fleeting moment of laughter and "magic," Is naught but a speck of light, Formed in the boundless void.
Determination flows like fragrant tea, Reality is shaped by desire and relaxation. A cup, a pen, a knife, and a plate of sweets, A small, secret ritual, a balance of four elements, The activity of an afternoon that brings back fond memories.
You say that everything exists within you, But ultimately, That brief moment of joy and 'magic,' Is nothing more than a tiny point of light, Created in the endless emptiness.