the bitterness [Theme] Page 9

Even in the Cup the highest love contains bitterness.

That night, lying in bed, I invented a special drain system, which at one end is drawn under every pillow in new York, and the other is connected to the reservoir. Where the people cried myself to sleep, tears will always flow into one place, and in the morning the weatherman would report increased or lowered the water level in the reservoir of tears, and all will be clear, how many weights new Yorkers at heart.

I tried dream on the palate they are bitter.

Told me that this road will lead me to the ocean of death, and I turned halfway back. Since then, all are drawn in front of me curves, deaf devious paths...

All sorts of dreams,
all kinds of sorrow,
all sorts of promises...
Sooner or later everything melted.

... one day, you suddenly cease to feel the bitterness that makes it difficult to enjoy the genuine taste of things.

You'll never know the exquisite pain of the guy who comes home one because the sweetness is actually not the sweetness.
(You do not understand the subtle pain of the one who goes home alone. Without the bitter, the kids, the sweetness of fresh.)