Everyday experience let me root for a thick growth.
The more I take, the more I feel empty.
I long for a fill of my hollow self.
One starts while the other ends.
It flowers; it withers.
All are the fruits of my own growth.
They nurture me for another move.
Life isn’t all fun; change doesn’t come easy.
Yet there is plenty of pepper left in me.
「椒」氣勃勃！吐氣揚眉！ 辣！
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