About Love and Gastronomy, Music, and Chocolate
In the desert of gastronomy, seeking oases,
In a world devoid of love, seeking affection,
In the illusory and fleeting, seeking the real.
All these are in vain,
Yet I live in this futility,
Knowing full well that everything will lead to nothing,
Still, I search.
Music, coffee, and chocolate
Are enough to withstand the onslaught of cold.
The arrival of winter, in the beat of rock music,
In the subtle sorrow of love songs,
Sadness seems like soybeans,
Rolling here, and there.
The city fractures, life intertwines,
Rivers flow, waves crash, collapse and rebuild.
Love, memories.
Through the threads of time,
capturing our intersecting gazes,
So it doesn't matter if you forget.
Thus, we shake hands,
Turn and enter the ceaseless sea of people,
From then on, we each pursue our own lives.
It's not about loving the wrong person,
But encountering the right one,
Yet being so overwhelmed by love that we're at a loss,
Loving in the wrong ways (competitiveness, possessiveness, etc.).
In the end, we return to the starting point.
I hope everyone can, in time,
Be with the one you like.
Leave no regrets, love each other well, with more tolerance.
