Lidik

“Who'd have thought our tracks
would cross again like this?
where's the time got to?
and why is life
so full of goodbyes?

as we part in the yard
roosters are crowing in the trees
and we cry a little
drunk and happy
tears threading our cheeks.”
― David Young, Five T'Ang Poets

“why do we waste ourselves at twenty
scrambling for positions
just so we can work for someone else?”
― Li Ho, Five T'Ang Poets

“Why, look you now, how unworthy a thing you make of me! You would play upon me, you would seem to know my stops, you would pluck out the heart of my mystery, you would sound me from my lowest note to the top of my compass, and there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ, yet cannot you make it speak. 'Sblood, do you think I am easier to be played on than a pipe? Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.”
― William Shakespeare, Hamlet

“I had felt the strange happiness countless times. When a shovel met my hand, the damp of a hemp bag soaked my shoulder or rice weighed down my back, I entered a mindless oblivion, as if I had put on magic shoes and could jump out into the abyss, could even jump into death.”
― Zhang Xianliang, Half of Man Is Woman