Too much, that might be, the wordy complaint, For whining make one sound like a crying baby; Too little are words louder than actions, For the link between lets mots et les choses. When there emerges the tone of tonelessness, And dams up the unspeakable left unsaid, The addresser not know what's proper to tell, The addressee not there to harken; And hence all that one needs to bear, And not to submit, neither to transfer, Nor to tell too much. And when sometimes it looks like too much, Like the satiety that has become surfeit; The overwhelming haunt of tediousness, Makes the silky touch a burden. So it goes just like a plain story, With the smiles or even laughes woven, Covering that glued platter of fragments; Thus there should call for the hibernation Of feelings, or of emotions... For to say it or name it does not pay nearly. Oh...no no no, That's not even the phallus, But only the fallacies. -- 縱然陽光可以帶給人們希望 但也要心中充滿希望 才看得到陽光!! --

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