Years, like knives
Knife and knife force,
Until the scars fill the flesh
Years, such as Teng
Step by step,
Until the mind is imprisoned in confusion,
Years, like songs
Sweet talk
Until you sweetly forget the heartache
Years, like a pen
Graffiti,
Until your heart is barren to the point of overgrown with weeds
Years purple grapes,
The years have darkened the fungus,
Years green plantains,
Years red cherries,
Years have made people slaves to cause and effect,
Years make it clear that everything is a boring game arranged by God