On coffee.

午後春時雨,案前黑甜鄉;

半杯無靈效,一帖鎮魂湯。


Spring showered the afternoon streets

as I fell into wet dreams;

The half cup of black potion didn’t do the magic,

but my sleepy soul was already solaced.

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