He is like a man using a candle to look for the sun
Who could be so lucky? Who comes to a lake for water and sees the reflection of moon
Knowest thou not the beauty of thine own face?
Quit this temper that leads thee to war with thyself.
Now I am sober and there's only the hangover and the memory of love
Water in the boat is the ruin of the boat, but water under the boat is its support
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